This is one awesome photo, and it has not been photoshopped.
I discovered this poem in my reader earlier today, and it grabbed me. The excerpt below is the first stanza; you can read the whole thing at Scholars and Rogues. “On High Places Lit By Stars,” by Kathryn Errickson. (Image: Pleiades by Phil Hart.)
This is where I do my best thinking: seven feet off the ground on the roof of a dented dodge; one story up from doorsteps on silver- coated tar; leaning out windows with wind blowing the smell of growth and damp and something else I don't have a name for.