With No Shuttle, No Rocket Trail, and No HDR home here..........The Moon, Orion, Sirius rising...Canopus (which is as bright as Sirius) just out of picture to the right..there were a lot of very bright stars out last night...on a clear cold (for Florida) evening. I had this same shot 2 nights ago with the shuttle launch.it went right up through the moon from the lower right. Took wonderful pictures...went home to unload...and saw that I had left the Memory out of the Camera. Soooooooooo...just imagine there is a rocket trail with golden blue light going from the bottom right, through the moon to the top left corner..blazing away...isn't it beautiful.......this shot is a reminder of that historical blunder. Filled in moon (it 85% full and highlighted EXISTING STARS.)
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Words (James Watkins)
There are words above all others-
that fix themselves like stars-
bright beacons in the darkness-
heights hidden in the heart.
They alone take awesome stand--
against the tides of life-
in armed array of power-
an army clothed in might.
Like seeds that fall on watered ground-
form fertile flowing fields-
grown gentle- guides in patience pruned
with perfect plural yields.
Established on foundations strong-
bold buildings built to last-
against the rule of raging time-
translucent, touched and twirled-
the truth unbound and glorious-
runs rampant through the world.
To conquer mountain standing tall
across the pilgrimed path.
And bring to birth the vision small-
the unseen to our grasp.
And leaving doubt behind us-
chaff driven by the wind-
each enemy of hope and faith-
unchallenged to an end.
Now standing hard behind us-
there thronged by secret thralls-
authority and mercy meet-
beyond the cloistered walls.
To loose the power petrified,
by fear’s unyielding grip.
Torn from years of solitude-
this single silent trip.
Bought before on battleground-
beyond the mortal veil-
pursued by death- prevailing -
through ancient rights assailed.
Passed from grave to live again-
new formed the narrow path.
Within the reach of every man-
a gateway firm and fast.
Now brought to bear the tidings glad-
entrenched in solid ground-
in waking realms of glory-
a kingdom newly found.
Where promises now harvested,
join late and early rain-
appearing at the altar bold-
the circumstances plain.
To stand behind each spoken word-
against the darkened lie-
that proudly boasts against us-
before an open sky.
And crushing all resistance-
bring victories large and small-
to every realm of being-
delivered from the fall.
Extending out beyond ourselves
we yield to greater need-
To find that loss, in giving,
Makes every word-a seed.