Yea, the sparrow hath found an house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine altars, O Lord of hosts, my King, and my God.
Hilary,I went to college in upstate NY about 60 miles south of Montreal. I used to think the winter sky there was like nowhere else. I've been on boats a few miles off the Florida coast, and on the Great Lakes, and been amazed at that. But nowhere was the night sky as overwhelming as sitting on the rim of the Grand Canyon one night a few years ago sipping a beer. I thought I was on the bridge of the Enterprise...then again, maybe it was the beer...no, it wasn't. Incredible.
Excellent. You may be interested in this: http://timescapes.org/
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