I grew up in the city. The night sky I looked at as a child was mud-colored, though the skies as the sun set were awesome: "The pollution makes it pink!" we joked. Now I can see much more of the sky; it's impeded only by trees and water towers, not tall buildings and smog. I like that.
Next month we head west to Arizona and the Grand Canyon. In the intervening weeks, I'm practicing with my new camera. I took a year of photography in high school and a semester in college, but you wouldn't know it by my current confusion about aperture, shutter speed, and ISO.
I imagine the skies out there will make my suburban ones seem muddy and modest.