The End of Night: Searching for Natural Darkness in an Age of Artificial Light

[Ian Livingston]

The stars from my little bowl-shaped valley in the wilds of the southern
Big Sur coast could be dazzling. About a 90 minute walk to the west, we
would stand on a ridge and see the glow of distant towns and the harsh
lights of the Ragged Point Inn down on the cliffs. Sometimes a big boat out
on the water would put up a glow like a passing city. I liked it better
down on the ranch.


On Thu, Sep 5, 2013 at 7:10 PM, David Morris <fqmorris at gmail.com> wrote:

> Oops  "Send"
>
> Lights in the City are required for survival.  Crime and cockroaches like
> dark in the City.
>
>
> On Thursday, September 5, 2013, David Morris wrote:
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>> On Thursday, September 5, 2013, Joseph Tracy wrote:
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>>> I live in Vermont about 500 yards from the nearest steetlamp and maybe
>>> twice that from the highway that passes through town.  Having lived in many
>>> rural places I treasure the unimpeded starlight and the blackness of an
>>> overcast evening. The only noise is the small volume of traffic on our road
>>> and the creek across the street.   A few of us have helped prevent more
>>> lights from going up in town and argued to reduce what we have or get lamps
>>> that are efficient and direct the light down.  When one flies the sheer
>>> volume of energy being used on excessive light is disturbing even though
>>> the patterns are visually entrancing.
>>>
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