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When I was a kid, I spent a lot of time looking up.
It wasn't that I was short, and it wasn't just that I fell down a lot (did you ever get in the bath tub, as a kid, and wonder where all the bruises came from?). I looked up because I came of age in the warm, but fading glow of the Space Age, and astronauts were up there.
These men who sat atop the Saturn 5 rockets, and blasted off through the stratosphere, leaving gravity, the planet and all of us behind, to see the stars - to go farther and higher than anyone ever had before - were heroes to me.
Actually all of my heroes were up there. Up was where you found Superman and Spiderman. Up was where you found that Galaxy...far, far away.
Up was possibility.
Up was where magical things were happening.
Looking through my pictures tonight, I find that I still spend a fair amount of time gazing skyward.
Up is where things are clear.
Up is beautiful.
Up is the direction in which we dream.
