Sometimes when I need to think or be alone, I go for a walk. I just put in my headphones, grab my camera, and go. It helps me to clear my mind or to process through all the thoughts that churn around and around.
Sometimes I just feel so small and meaningless so these walks give me a chance to reevaluate my place in the world.
When I look up at the stars, I remember my place in the world. My place is wishing on stars with my camera cradled in my arms.
I tend not to travel too far from home when I need to think. I'm not quite up to traveling to Babylon by the light of a candle; I'm not up to chasing a fallen star just to prove that I love.*
I've looked at this scene countless times and always wanted to photograph it. Tonight I did. There aren't any shooting stars, nothing mystical or magical about it. This is just a familiar landscape, the stars I wish on and the humming power lines I like to sit under when I need to think.
If Babylon was the ideal city, then I need to keep traveling. But in the mean time, there are signs to lead me home.
*In case this literary references are foreign to anyone, I'm referring to Stardust, one of my favorite novels ever and to a nursery rhyme referenced within the book