Moving south on 30, the Milky Way hung overhead in full view until dawn cast a deep blue across the Peaks near 86. Those views were elaborate and sensational, but shade and silence slowed me down at Bloomingdale Bog. Daylight took its time to fill the space, and there was no rush to capture the scene, no pulling over on the side of the road, no peering beneath my windshield to improve my point of view. I won't pretend to have labored over this photo, and that morning never labored over me.
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