Life, for ever dying to be born afresh, for ever young and eager, will presently stand upon this earth as upon a footstool, and stretch out its realm amidst the stars.
(Photographer unknown. Please let me know if you know.)
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
For the Hubble.
Dear Hubble, I will miss you. It hurts that we have to go our separate ways. Here is a video I made for you.
P.S. This has NOTHING to do with the under-construction Webb Space Telescope. It's not you. It's me.