There’s a certain spooky magic to being at the edge of civilization. Standing in the middle of the road at 1 or 2am, the Milky Way laid bare across the sky, a strange thing happens that most people never experience in the city. After about fifteen to twenty minutes, your eyes finally tune in, and the starlight alone becomes bright enough to make out details on the ground, the stripes down the lonely two lane highway, the outline of the brush. The air is still and quiet, and you can hear for miles. Your skin gets sensitive to the barest whisper of a breeze.
Didn’t do a damn thing for my sense of smell, though.
This shot is a six shot portrait-orientation composite, about 20 seconds of exposure at 24mm, stitching and post processed in Lightroom 5.