Moonfall Over My Valley - Photo by Jack Madsen
What is this thing we call beauty that drags a man outdoors at 6:30 a. m. when it's ten degrees to try to capture a fraction of it? A piece of space debris left over from creation, whirling mindlessly around a planet for eons, reflecting the merest fraction of the sun's rays back to mortals living here. Beautiful? How can that be? But it is! It truly is!
Nor is it wasted fantasy! Prove Love? Prove Hope? No proof is necessary!
