Pleiades
There might be no greater achievement than these days and nights across many years in the breezes of Michigan lakes with loved ones. My gratitude is my thread through the soft heart of these photographs. A gesture of appreciation for being in the orbit of these beautiful beings.
Up through the darkness,
While ravening clouds, the burial clouds, in black masses spreading,
Lower sullen and fast athwart and down the sky,
Amid transparent clear belt of ether yesterday left in the east,
Ascends large and calm the lord-star Jupiter,
And night at hand, only a very little above,
Swim the delicate sisters of the Pleiades
Walt Whitman, from “On the Beach at Night”