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Punch It, Chewie
The stars trace circular paths through the sky, as planes chart their course through the night. On the horizon, a streak of light flashes behind trees, destination unknown.
This is a composite of the motion of the stars over the course of an hour. While we were taking this, a herd of deer had approached us from the tree line. When they were close enough to realize we were there, they stopped and snorted at us. When we left and our headlights illuminated the field, half a dozen amber eyes reflected back at us.
The stars trace circular paths through the sky, as planes chart their course through the night. On the horizon, a streak of light flashes behind trees, destination unknown.
This is a composite of the motion of the stars over the course of an hour. While we were taking this, a herd of deer had approached us from the tree line. When they were close enough to realize we were there, they stopped and snorted at us. When we left and our headlights illuminated the field, half a dozen amber eyes reflected back at us.