“With my naked eye, on nights the moon climbs slowly, sometimes so dusted with rust and rose, brown, and gold tones that it nearly drips earth colors and seems intimately braided with Earth, it feels close, part of this world,… — Paul Bogard Copy Share Image
“I had travelled from Spain into Morocco and from there south to the Atlas Mountains, at the edge of the Sahara Desert…one night, in… — Paul Bogard Copy Share Image
“My feeling is that an observer needs to see four hundred and fifty stars to get that feeling of infinitude, and be swept away…and… — Paul Bogard Copy Share Image
“Most days I live awed by the world we have still, rather than mourning the worlds we have lost. The bandit mask of a… — Paul Bogard Copy Share Image
“I linger near Galileo’s telescopes, then round the corner and stand transfixed: I did not expect this- a dark, cool room full of globes… — Paul Bogard Copy Share Image
“With my naked eye, on nights the moon climbs slowly, sometimes so dusted with rust and rose, brown, and gold tones that it nearly… — Paul Bogard Copy Share Image
“At least when it comes to light pollution what happens in Vegas does not stay in Vegas.” — Paul Bogard Copy Share Image
“When I lie back and close my eyes, this farthest lip of beach right next to the end of the ocean feels like being… — Paul Bogard Copy Share Image
“In these countless stars, in their clusters and colors and constellations, in the “shooting” showers of blazing dust and ice, we have always found… — Paul Bogard Copy Share Image
“These are maybe the most exciting stars, those just above where sky meets land and ocean, because we so seldom see them, blocked as… — Paul Bogard Copy Share Image
