The aurora data were pretty meh last night, but I went out anyway and got some shots of the Milky Way climbing in the east. The video is the better part of an hour’s images, all shot at 11mm, f/2.8, ISO 3200.
The Milky Way on the long weekend
Patrick
More wildlife
Above: spotted on my walk on Tuesday. I hope whoever belongs to the li’l birdie gets reunited with it.
Below: Hoss grazing in our yard today. Once he’d had a snack he lay down for a snooze.
Lunar eclipse
On the evening of May 15, 2022, the Earth’s shadow fell completely across the face of the moon.
… and it happened early enough that I was still awake, so I took my camera and tripod out to the sidewalk and snapped a few dozen photos. These three are my favourites.
Skinny deer
On tonight’s bike ride, I found half a dozen deer grazing in the meadow west of 34th Street. They looked like they could use the food.
Quack quack
On my ride yesterday, I spotted a duck alongside the walking path. It spotted me, too, and moved cautiously away from me.
The ol’ pot
I bet my family knows what was boiling in that pot.
(If you’re not sure: it’s the ol’ potato pot from my Hrushowy grandparents’ farm, and somehow it’s ended up in my house.)
Day 30
For the 30th day of April, and my 27th day of biking in April[1]I missed 3 days because a Colorado low dropped enough rain that I couldn’t get to the garage., I went for a 16km bike ride and managed to snap a couple photos while I was out.
Above: A classic car I spotted on a side street.
Below: The north wind was not fun to bike into, but at least it made the flags snap.
Footnotes
| ↑1 | I missed 3 days because a Colorado low dropped enough rain that I couldn’t get to the garage. |
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Geese
I guess it must be spring.
Bubble lights
I wrote about 1,000 more words tonight in Dried Flowers, and here’s a snippet, a snatch of conversation about old-style bubble lights.
Her: Why did you dig out those damn lights?
Him: They were from her mom’s place. I thought… I thought it might be a nice connection for her. A link to, to the past.
Her: They’re fire hazards.
Him: No more than any other string of bulbs on the tree.
Her: They’re fifty years old. More.
Him: And? I’m fifty years old.
I also learned that bubble lights are still made today, and a lot of them use a chemical called methylene chloride because it’s got a low boiling point (39.6°C, low enough that a lightbulb can make it bubble). The downside is that a) it might be carcinogenic and b) your body will probably convert it to carbon monoxide if you ingest it. So, uh… don’t eat the bubble lights, I guess.
Colour photo of a greyscale world
Today was the start of the blizzard ’round these parts. I took this photo of the lacy snow on my front picture window at about 1:20 PM, after I’d shoveled the walk for a second time.
The snow keeps coming, but not as bad here as other places; I’d be happy, though, if the wind would just die down a bit. I guess that’s what I get for living on the prairie.
Nerdy details: 50mm, f/2.8, 1/4000s, ISO 100.