i think i just witnessed a miracle
There is always hope

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i think i just witnessed a miracle
There is always hope
why is he like that
my favorite genre of bird picture
πππππππ // swallowtail shiners // gouache on hot press paper
never underestimate the power of going on a walk and just looking around, with no headphones and listening to the birds
The black areas represent the remaining natural dark skies in the United States
Iβve been in the middle of the ocean at night and now live in texas and it is so hard to explain to people that no, they have not ever seen the night sky. It is so hard to explain to people that what they think is a proper night sky is fucking pathetic. A disgrace.
People talk about how you canβt see stars in the city and yeah, thatβs true, but their concept of βseeing starsβ is being able to make out orionβs belt.
So, so few people have see the sky in all its glory and itβs not sad. Itβs a fucking crime. Seeing a perfectly dark night, no clouds, not a hint of light pollution? Thatβs a fucking religious experience.
The sky the vast vast majority of us grew up with is not the sky that inspired us to look up. It is not the sky that inspired constellations. You canβt even see most constellations.
Your ancestors looked at the night sky and said βsurely, that is where the gods must live.β And you might be lucky if you can see hardly more than a handful of stars.
The sky is full, fucking FULL, of stars, and youβve never seen them.
I remember the first time I saw a properly dark sky and was like βoh thatβs why itβs called the milky wayβ and promptly started to cry
When we were on a field trip to the middle of the red sea, I remember us all crowding at the end of the boat that didnβt have lights and just lying on our backs and staring
When you see a properly dark starscape
You understand why people wrote poems and made up legends and built rockets and said heavenβs in the sky
The universe is infinite. So are the stars
Iβm trying to find a picture on google images to show you what I mean and I canβt find any
You think of the night sky like fairy lights on black velvet, but itβs not itβs not itβs like, like, dust in sunlight, like - I canβt find the words.
The stars are everywhere, like sugar, like glitter, like dust. You canβt find the constellations at first, not because you canβt recognise them, but because thereβs so many stars you canβt pick out the familiar line of Orionβs belt. The North star has gone from bright familiarity to almost vanishing among a thousand, a hundred thousand, a million other lights. The milky way is a line of light arcing across the sky like a moon-trail on water only infinitely, infinitely bigger.
And for the first time in your life youβll understand why people call it a dome, because it is, itβs three dimensional in exactly the way a city skyscape isnβt.
Youβll understand why Luthien TinΓΊviel danced under starlight, not moonlight, why people in a time before we knew the earth was round still looked up and wondered and built telescopes and dreamed about the stars.
The stars are endless and ancient and infinite and you will stand with your head craned back and your rucksack forgotten at your feet and youβll feel like youβre falling upwards into that great bright sky like itβs calling you home and youβll wonder how you ever thought the stars were beautiful before tonight when all youβd ever seen were the naked empty skyscapes of your home. And youβll cry and youβll spend the rest of your time there gazing up and wondering and imagining what it would be like to stand among those bright silver flecks
And then youβll come home, and look up, and fall in a different kind of love with that handful of blazing stars to stubborn to be outdone by the whole of human invention, leading you home despite the light pollution and the clouds and the endless bustle of this shrinking planet.
this is not a shot from a space telescope overlayed behind a woods, or anything. thatβs not the sky as kepler or hubble or james webb see it. thatβs the sky from a dark sky park in michigan. thatβs the view you are missing out on from right here on earth. thatβs the view that has been stolen from you.
I fell in love with the sky as a child growing up in western Minnesota, miles from a small town, near a massive lake and just downhill from an 18-hole golf course - the pure darkness broken only by a single bright light I could escape by hauling my telescope up that hill or into a nearby field
Iβd often set an alarm to wake me in the middle of the night, so it was as dark as possible and my eyes as dark-adapted as they coud get, and starlight alone was enough to guide me
thatβs whatβs been taken from us all
OH OKAY so actually im fully ugly crying snotty-sobbing about this. what
this post was inflicted upon me so now iβm inflicting it on all of you
(full map of ~75k is too much for me to load, but i got to 40k! very laggy, but worth it.)
We can have this back btw. This is solvable, and itβs not THAT hard. Itβs not pollution like greenhouse gases in the atmosphere where we have to stop making it worse AND clean up the mess we already made. With light pollution, all we have to do is stop doing it. Use shielded outdoor lights. Donβt run lights when they donβt need to be run. Install motion sensors and dimmers. And itβs not expensive- it literally SAVES money. Push for these policies at the local level. Get the stars back.
reblog to give your headache to elon musk instead
sometimes a song is good because you saw it on a fan edit for your favorite ship like ten years ago
annoying when shows set in the medieval period have the women with thier hair just long and unstyled and out . girl go put on your wimple girl π€¦ββοΈ
like there are so many fun medieval hair and headgear options, it's so boring just seeing loose beachy waves meant to appeal to 21st century beauty standards
put that hot prince in a gay little hood with an ostrich feather or so help me god
i love you films without sequels i love you limited series i love you stand alone novels i love you self-contained stories