Lunar Eclipse by Simon Barnes, published under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 2.0 Generic license
If the sky is clear Wednesday night, a total lunar eclipse will be visible across North and South America (Alaska excepted), western Africa, and western Europe.
It’s supposed to be cloudy here, of course. Hrmf!
As promised, it started raining last night, and the wind picked up. There was a short break in the rain, and I went out to get some photos.
It warmed up, too–it’s 57F right now–so the ice on the bottoms of my flower pots is finally gone.
It clouded up and even rained a bit this afternoon. It was warm, too. I think it got into the 40s yesterday, and today’s high was supposed to be around 50F. Winter in Indiana is not entirely unlike a roller coaster ride, only with less chance of being hit by someone else’s projectile vomit. Hopefully.
Anyway! My camera is supposed to be delivered tomorrow. I may not sleep tonight, though that may be more to do do with the ludicrous amount of noise coming from upstairs than new toy excitement. Seriously. Galumphing on the treadmill at 3am is all kinds of wrong. So is running the dishwasher at 2am. I don’t think he slept all weekend, which makes me wonder if he has some sort of bi-polar disorder or maybe he’s a speed freak.
There will be art tomorrow, come hell or high water. I finally got my hands on a copy of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (no thanks to Netflix!), so I intend to be completely useless tonight. No doodling, even, as it is sure to require 100% of my attention.
It was clear and cold last night, and when the sun came up this morning, it bathed the tops of the buildings across the street in a pink glow.
It flurried most of the morning, but in the early afternoon, the sky cleared and turned a gorgeous shade of blue. There was a perfect Belt of Venus this evening, too, but I was too busy watching it to take pictures.
No art again today, but there will be something tomorrow. Now, though, it’s way past my bedtime, and a sore throat has been teasing me all day, so I’m going to bed. If Mr. Upstairs wakes me up again tonight, I may have to kick him in the shins. I finally complained about him blasting talk radio all night in the room above my bedroom (boy, does that ever make for weird dreams!), so now he’s spending the night plonking away at the keyboard. How on earth he thinks that’s an improvement is beyond me. There’s something seriously wrong with that man.
This was taken yesterday. Those puffy little clouds are sometimes a precursor for precipitation. When I got up this morning, it had sleeted during the night, and the day was grey and foggy and generally disgusting. Last night’s sunset, though, was gorgeous.
On my way to work Friday morning, I passed the Beth Shalom Synagogue on 3rd street. Above it hung a waning crescent moon, and across the sky streaked a shooting star. It was a beautiful way to start the day. I soon forgot about it, though. It wasn’t until I looked at APOD that I realized the Quadrantid meteor shower happened over the weekend.
It was crystal clear and cold this morning, which made for a lovely sunrise. From my desk at work, I can see the morning Belt of Venus over the business building. (You almost can’t tell that our windows are caked with dirt.)
red paper boat 