One must not always wander far and wide for a new adventure. I am no stranger to wanderlust, but there are often charming secrets right out our back doors. For this shot, I spent several hours at the top of our roof. By 11pm the stars were a faint promise, but by midnight they abounded from the top of the trees to the top of the sky. The glow of my campfire cast starkly against the tree trunks. Somewhere an owl hooted from within. It was one in the the morning and the Milk Way's spiral arm began to rise to its prominent place above the forest; a secret was discovered.