Another year passed by and I remember all the nights I spent chasing the winds in Chattahoochee National forest. Dreading as I would be, in the middle of the forest off of moon, to the roar of the wild. Some days, the night would pass ungraciously bereft of shining stars. And some days, the night sky would be adorned with astral bodies such that every thing else goes silent except for the song of the heavenly host. Unheard and unseen. In tune with the rise and fall of the Milky way. The last song of the night.
This image was taken from the base of Blood mountain, Vogel state park, in U.S. Forest Service - Chattahoochee-Oconee National Forests
ingle exposure, shot on Nikon D810 using Nikkor 14mm-24mm at 15mm; exposure 15 sec; f/2.8 at ISO 6400.