Ironically, I'd like to celebrate the coming of the summer with a winter-y reminder of why it's special. This shot is from February, deep in winter, where going out shooting stars meant frosty, frozen landscapes and 5 layers of insulated puffy pants, jackets and gloves. I encourage you all to get out under a summer, starry night and take in the beauty of the expansive sky. Bring a friend, that special someone, a blanket and a bottle of wine or a couple beers. Take in the endless stretch of the world beyond our "jar" rim. Make wishes on shooting stars, talk big talk and challenge your current limits, stand up and spin in circles till you are dizzy and the stars are a whirling blur. Be young! Go nuts. Be silly. And if you so feel inclined- take the biggest breath you can and then let it out in the loudest yell you can manage. Blast an echoing You past satellites and out into the twinkling Possibility. Happy Solstice everyone!