S T A M P S C A P E S
Let's take a stroll in the brisk air of the night. The time when the gentle swaying grasses of the day lie still under a crystalline frost. We'll walk past the timber on a curviliner road to a clearing that opens to a soft and quiet sky. A sky that sets the stage for a star studded evening. Directly overhead the seven young daughters of Atlas glow with confidence because they know they're the most spectacular galactic cluster around. Crawling its way through the large Magellanic cloud is the Tatantula Nebula. It whips it's supernova tail to warn the other sky figures that it means business. To illuminate our way we'll ask the moon to turn up it's soft blue light when we stray too far from the trails. We'll walk in it's cool light until the slender rays of early morning reach out over the treeline.