
In her masterwork Ethan Frome, author Edith Wharton describes such skies: "The night was perfectly still, and the air so dry and pure that it gave little sensation of cold. The effect produced on Frome was rather of a complete absence of atmosphere, as though nothing less tenuous than ether intervened between the white earth under his feet and the metallic dome overhead."
"Exactly." That's about all I can say. Rather than long for a different sky, I have learned to love this one, as my father used to suggest I do about meatloaf night when I was a kid. There's wisdom in that. Three decades later, I can apply it here and enjoy a flat sky behind a New Haven, Connecticut, flattened out by my camera's zoom. By some magic, it sucked the distant features into the foreground so that the city seems to be on one plane perpendicular to that sky. And I love it.
Sandy Carlson Social