There isn't much to this picture but I like it. After getting home from work one day, Noah seemed to be having something of an existential crisis. Without even saying, "Hello," when I came in the door, Noah said, "Daddy, where does the sky stop?" I put down my bag and asked him to repeat the question; "Where does the stop, Daddy?" He looked distressed.
"C'mon, Noah," I said, before swooping him up into my arms.
As we walked down the garden, I explained some of the mysteries of the universe and the immensity of the sky. We talked about Carl Sagan's Pale Blue Dot and the Voyager mission. I pointed out that the sky is far more full of stars than we can see with our eyes now, but that the light from them still hasn't reached us so they are effectively invisible. I outlined the theoretical potential to be able to actually see the dawn of time if we had the equipment to look far enough out into space.
"So you could really see into the past, Daddy?" I nodded, still looking up, pointing to the invisible stars. "Wow!" came his reply before looking up himself.
Then came the click from the camera and this image was born.
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