Western sky
Sunday, 30 August 2026

Twilight and sunset glow…the wrong part of the sky for me to see stars and about forty-five minutes before last night’s star picture….
Sunday, 30 August 2026

Twilight and sunset glow…the wrong part of the sky for me to see stars and about forty-five minutes before last night’s star picture….
Saturday, 29 August 2026

When I stepped outside to take this photo, I thought the sky was a bit fuzzy…then, I looked at it on the laptop, and, wow—stars throughout the blue!
Thursday, 20 August 2026

Since the early morning photo wasn’t interesting, I decided to try early evening…this was 8:37pm. The clouds suggest the meteorologists are right, that we may get some rain overnight. Ho-hum.
Monday, 17 August 2026

I stepped out for one of those pretty-sky early morning shots, this time at 6:45am. Not so pretty as last winter. I’m blaming it on the mugginess and oak trees and chemistry turning the lovely color streaks of months ago into blue-bland.
Friday, 14 August 2026

There’re two things about deep in the earth that I read today, perhaps three, depending on how you count them.
Two volcanoes are active…Etna, now, and Kīlauea (Halema‘uma‘u vents), until late yesterday.
Also, and this blew me away, scientists who study the deep biosphere argue that 10–50 % of the earth’s biomass is there—deep, deep, miles deep—where there’s no photosynthesis. Wow.
Sunday, 9 August 2026

Somebody knows we’re leaving, and his new perch is going with us….

Just after I took this bee picture, and smiling, friendly older fellow in a dashing panama who was stretching his legs nearby invited me to do a few samba steps. It may sound like it could have been creepy, but it wasn’t at all. He gave a little bow and a thank you afterwards. I thanked him back.

We crossed a few rivers—this is over the Hudson—

…and passed through many states (New England proportions, not Midwest and Western). Yawn.
Thursday, 6 August 2026

Ignore that the photo is out of focus; instead, ponder with me whether black and orange are good colors to indicate danger-danger to high-speed drivers.

We decided this was Angry Moose, and ready to upset your wee sedan.

After passing through Smiths Falls, Newbliss, and Tincap, we reached the mighty St Lawrence River at Brockville, and right away spotted this “big boat,” I overheard a child’s voice observe. Probably a “big ship,” but close enough.

We headed downriver. Then, after seeing all the wheat and maize fields, it’s no surprise to see a large transfer facility right on the river.

We took this bridge back to the US of A, a two-lane version of the Big Mac, no?

We had a short wait for a one-lane area undergoing repainting, and this was my view. By the way, when we lined up to go through Customs, just one lane was open (of five), and we only had to wait for this semi ahead of us. So quick and painless….

Yeah, you can’t see the sun-ball, but you still know it’s an impressive sunset.
Tuesday, 4 August 2026

6:13am. Sun’s coming.

11am. This is the same section of the beach as yesterday’s photo. Windy, not calm at all.

Meanwhile, turn 180° and watch the wind making the grass dance.

3:40pm. This tree has among the first pink apples in the orchard. Also, there’s a deer trail straight to this branch, with all grass below flattened by deer-dancing (aka hind-leg ballet feeding).

And, not far away along the trail, milkweeds with pods, and a monarch ghost.
Monday, 3 August 2026

I don’t know how the water develops scallop patterns on the beach, and here’s a pair that perhaps are circling in opposite directions? Maybe that’s not possible: illusion!

Back from the beach, I found these chokecherries (or something else; my guess is chokecherries), well into autumnal mode.