Spots of Time

Wordsworth wrote about his experience paddling a stolen boat off shore and being overwhelmed by the ominous mountain that appeared to be chasing him. Last night I got home and set my bike in the back yard. As I am attempting to dismount my bike with one arm and a full backpack draped over one shoulder, I look up notice this. Camera is immediately collected along with my tripod, and they produced this image of Mt. Sentinel's yellow nightly glow and the star clusters filling the void above.