In the empty apartments next door, the management had a street light installed, shining on their parking lot. Talk about light pollution. I can’t see Polaris, the North Star, anymore. It kills almost all the stars in the northern sky. The Wife and I predict that it will shine on our bed when the door is open. (When it’s warm, we sleep with the door open, to catch the breeze.) We have another street light that shines on our back porch too.
It’s upsetting that the electric company just slaps up lights and poles wherever they want without any consideration.