“Mean?” Please.

It’s been a while since I’ve tackled a post of this nature (instead of a post of nature,) and I’m out of practice, I think. More, my reading and web surfing hasn’t been related to this as much anymore, so I’m not inspired to address such topics anywhere near as much. But in light of recent developments (as well as re-reading Richard Dawkins’ The god Delusion,) I think it’s worth a post.

Outspoken atheists are very often considered a bit, “mean,” and numerous critiques of their publications, editorials, or talks revolve around the tone, far more than the content – offering a reasoned rebuttal of the points doesn’t occur very often. The implication is that religious folk are just sitting here minding their own business when they’ve been savagely attacked, belittled, and bullied, just for their beliefs. Which, naturally, deserve respect.

You know what’s coming, of course, but I want to highlight that, even when most of us recognize the failures and weaknesses of religion, we’re still influenced by the cultural emphasis on it, to the point where we tend to be a lot more wishy-washy in our response to it than is warranted. I don’t think this is doing us – or anyone, really – any favors.

We’ll start with the whole ‘tone’ thing, because it not only shouldn’t ever be an issue, it’s also manipulative; we need to recognize this and, really, call it out frequently. This isn’t nursery school – no one has a right, or should even have an expectation, of not getting their feelings hurt. The vast majority of us heard far worse in high school, and we have R-rated movies and murder podcasts and political campaigns and all that jazz – no one is a stranger to ‘bad tone.’ Hang around a construction site for an hour sometime. Quite frankly, nearly every example of atheist or secular editorials is far milder in tone than is warranted, when we consider what’s being addressed (which we’ll get into in detail shortly,) so we need to recognize this as sidetracking, at the very least, and not be swayed by it. Actually, it’s preferable to highlight this as the crass tactic that it is.

I’ve addressed the ‘respect’ thing before and won’t reiterate those points, I’ll just offer the reminder that respect is earned, and earned for providing benefit or accomplishing something worthy – not because anyone has declared themselves in possession of a label. While anyone may have the privilege to choose some standpoint or hold some opinion – indeed, we couldn’t take this away even if we were so inclined – this has nothing to do with whether it’s respectable or not. I am 100% supportive of free speech and of maintaining this privilege even in the face of today’s hypersensitive cultural fads, the modern-day witch hunts for those that do not hew tight enough to the ‘Woke’ standards – but I am also 100% supportive of responding to any given free speech with the countering opinion, if warranted, that one has their head up their ass. Respect, and its necessary sister Disrespect, are both functional aspects of defining how beneficial our culture should be – but only when they’re wielded with that function in mind.

I’ll sidetrack just slightly here for a related aspect, because too often people cannot see the difference. Censorship, one of the primary tools of cancel culture, is not merely a stronger version of disagreement; bluntly, it’s the admission that you can’t actually make your case convincingly and have to resort to force. Moreover, it never works. What we’re after is changing peoples’ mind towards a more beneficial standpoint, which censorship is incapable of, and might actually work in exactly the opposite manner, breeding resentment among those so censored and thus strengthening their resolve. If we’re confident that we have a better standpoint, then we should be able to demonstrate this with open exchange.

Which brings us back around to the atheist/secular treatment of religion. Let’s keep it in perspective. No concept of supernaturality, of deities, of extra-physical realms of existence, of even souls or karmic vessels, has the slightest empirical evidence to support it. Nothing. There is no method to differentiate any popular religion from the volumes of mythology that our history and literature is chock full of. No form of scripture comes even remotely close to the millions of interlocking bits of evidence we have of the age of the Earth, the development of life, the nature of the universe, or even accurate portrayals of human nature – some (most) of the stories are so ludicrous that they defy adequate adjectives. No examples of supernatural knowledge exist, no predictions of coming events, nothing to even promote humans towards improvements; for every example of beneficial guidance, there are at least as many recommendations and examples of emotional, reactive, and outright reprehensible actions. The bare fact that countless atrocities, throughout history and now, are directly intertwined with religious fervor is plain evidence that it doesn’t work, but the exhortations of sexist, bigoted, and exclusionary behavior are, by themselves, enough reason to discard any suggestion that this is useful guidance. In the US, the vast majority of prejudicial laws, passed or proposed, are religiously motivated.

This is not news to those of us that choose to engage. But we tend to minimize, even subconsciously, the vast extent of the issues – solely because we’re conforming to a culture that has embraced this stupidity. The culture isn’t what we should be focused upon; the stupidity is.

It goes much further than that, though. Despite this plethora of nonsense, it takes no effort whatsoever to find some religious pundit spouting judgment, abuse, and hatred, whether it be against gays, unwed mothers, teachers of evolution, or those politicians that don’t lick the pundits’ asses; somehow, not even the moderate religious ever speak out about the ‘tone’ there. There is no accurate tally on how many followers of this loving, just god (their words, not mine) were absolutely delighted to hear about a mass shooting in a gay nightclub, but enough of them certainly weren’t shy about spouting this in public, were they? Just about any natural disaster is pounced on by countless self-appointed fosters of ‘good’ behavior as evidence that their god is a nasty little fuck regarding his creation, and the assertions that misfortune is direct evidence of god’s displeasure are exceedingly rampant. Not only are they not ashamed of this hatred and animosity, they promote it in others and use it to solicit donations. Well, that’s sure a great way to build a better society…

Even those that don’t publicly denounce the various immoral behaviors that earn their ire are complicit in promoting legislation (no doubt with church donations solicited under the guise of providing benefit) to force everyone to conform to their bronze-age ideas of ‘good.’ There is no benefit to be found here, no respect, no love for fellow human beings, no humble servitude, not even the bare recognition that their god already has the whole system under control. Religion is, and has always been, a power play, a method of influencing (if not outright enforcing) the self-proclaimed authority of the religious leaders themselves. It might be strictly local, it might even be with the conviction that this is wise and just and benevolent, but it remains firmly intertwined with classism and influence and, “I know what’s right.” We’ve been conditioned for centuries to, “have faith,” and, “trust in god’s word,” and, “you can’t be good without religion,” that we rarely ever consider that none of it can be supported even remotely as well as any sixth-grade science project. We let this horseshit go on because almost everyone before us did, and it’s now part of our ‘society.’

Lest you think I’m being hyperbolic, dismissive of those religious figures who really are just interested in promoting good behavior, I’ve met plenty – including my own father, who performed guest sermons for his churches whenever possible. I’ve no doubt that many – perhaps most, perhaps not – aren’t on a power trip, desiring to be held as an authority; yet they still seem to believe that their ideology is valuable and beneficial, with no way of demonstrating how or why. And this is still lacking in focus a little. We have standards for college professors, electricians, mechanics, doctors, and so on, well beyond their mere desire or ‘calling’ to provide a service; when we need guidance or expertise, we look for people who have a supportable understanding of the subject at hand. We would be rightfully dismissive of a biologist that failed to understand (or “believe in”) how a cell functioned. But when it comes to religion, there is no background, no support, no facts whatsoever. Even the most ardent and active theologians are mostly unknown by the majority of preachers, as well as being dismissed out-of-hand by followers of other faiths. Religious people tend not to recognize this, but most of the world considers them mistaken (since no religion holds a majority of followers within the world’s population,) and worse, there’s absolutely nothing that they could offer to support their views; it makes no difference who I’m referring to. Religion is nothing but a personal opinion. Which makes it remarkably useless to base any decisions on whatsoever.

Which leads us to, There is nothing ‘mean’ about being dismissive of religion. It does not belong in the same conversation as any science, as politics, as medicine, or really, as any public forum – full stop. No one brings up their hobbies, their pets, their childhood stories in such cases, all of which have more factual support than any religion worldwide. The cheesiest teenage comedy movie hews closer to reality than the best examples of religious scripture (and is it even logical to select only the ‘best’ within the morass of outright goofy stories within scripture?) We need to be perfectly comfortable with cutting this off the moment it appears, telling people that it doesn’t belong, and maintaining that we have had countless methods of determining useful information for centuries now, that work and show measurable results.

This is the point: society is not about ‘majority opinion’ (otherwise known as ‘mob rule’) – it is about benefit and improvement. A grocery store that only carried one brand, one flavor, one variety of anything isn’t very functional, yet we’re allowing that same kind of bullshit to take place, in far too many circumstances, with much more important decisions. Call it out. Never hesitate to treat this as the ancient superstitious mythology that it is, and most especially, as a personal opinion that has no useful function. We’ve let this go on for far too long, to obvious detriment.

But, some caveats. Doing this usefully, and not antagonistically, is better of course, and by far the approach should be to denigrate the ideas, not the people – people are always a mixture of good and bad, wise and stupid, beneficial and detrimental, and don’t deserve being lumped into any given category, so we should always stick to the ideology. Being very matter-of-fact can be remarkably disarming; simply saying, “We’re not discussing religion, we’re discussing science,” is enough of a reminder that any religion is only one among many, as well as establishing boundaries (that should never have been loosened in the first place, and still remain in numerous European countries at least.) Or simply pointing out, “That’s simply your religion,” as a reminder that our culture is made up of plenty, while, “I’m sure god can speak for himself if he finds it that important,” is snarky but humbling. “Do you have anything that’s relevant to this conversation?” is also sharp, but makes the point of not even considering religion a factor. “What studies are you basing this on?” and, “Can you back this up with figures?” are both effective in directing attention towards goals. And these aren’t even being mean, just practical.

We see what happens when we don’t, when we allow religious folk to set their preferred standards of ‘decorum’ and what’s appropriate – this country is backsliding rapidly right now, and we’re letting it happen in the guise of being polite and non-confrontational, of yielding to a perceived majority as if religious people could agree on three things amongst themselves, or simply because we have the impression that we ‘shouldn’t make waves.’ But you’ll notice that the religious don’t seem to be following those rules, and an awful lot of our politicians are sucking up to them because they’re making the most noise.

I can imagine the rejoinders from some religious folk right now: “Well, that’s not all religious people – they don’t speak for me.” But you’re not speaking for you either; if the rabid fundamentalists are the public face of religion, the biggest influence on politics and policies and so on, whose fault is that? If we consider the actions within our society from the standpoint that they were coming from some other religion, especially one with standpoints or morals or consequences that we don’t like, and realize how badly that would suck, well, now we understand why restrictions against such things were put in place very early on in the creation of our political system – you know, the ones that are now largely ignored. While religions are ostensibly for everyone, to bring benefit to humankind overall, you wouldn’t be able to tell that from most of the practitioners, the ones that view everything from the ‘us’ and ‘them’ standpoint. “It’s okay if it’s ‘us’ but not okay if it’s ‘them,” isn’t a useful policy – it’s not a policy at all, but tribalism, as nonsensical as fretting about sports rivalries. No one in this country should have to be reminded that religion has no place in politics – no personal decisions do, no matter how much of a majority holds them – yet we’ve let this happen. Who’s going to fix it now? Should we wait for god to do it? Feel free to ask that of the millions of ‘god-loved’ people who have died in religious conflicts, but you may have a hard time getting an answer…

So yeah, speak up, speak out, make our voices heard. It would be a long time before we got to be as mean as some of the religious folk have been, or really, as they are right now.

Nein, November

Hah, get it? Because ‘November’ actually means, ‘Ninth Month,’ since it used to be, until Julius Caesar introduced a new, slightly more accurate calendar and had to add two months to it so that Groundhogs Day would keep falling in February, and he liked the summer so he put the extra months in the middle and named them after himself and his Shetland pony Augustus.

Okay, that’s not entirely accurate, and we’re going pretty far afield for the post title, so let’s just enjoy the end-of-month abstract.

bare stump in shallow water of Jordan Lake at sunset
It’s not hard for scholars of this blog to figure out when or where this was taken, and believe me, I enjoyed typing, “scholars of this blog,” as if decades from now literati will be discussing the nuances of the circumstances in which I’ll say, “fuck.” The Girlfriend will tell you, “Any chance he gets,” so that’s out of the way. All that aside, we have some colors and a really boring silhouetted stick, but it was what I had on hand since Jordan Lake is thin on wrecked fishing trawlers or semi-submerged church steeples. Seriously. Still, for being shot blind with the camera held down near my ankles, it framed up nice, once I got rid of the distinct tilt because, for some reason, the camera body feels ‘level’ when it’s far from it, horizontal or vertical. And here you were hoping for an un-edited photo at the close of the month. Too bad.

Visibly different, part 48

facade of Savannah Cotton Exchange in Savannah, GA in overcast
The opening image today comes from September, 2013, the ornate façade of the Cotton Exchange building in downtown Savannah, Georgia. I couldn’t begin to tell you the names of architectural styles, and I’m very much in favor of artistic efforts coming after full functionality has been established (having moved too much furniture into someone’s idea of a ‘dynamic’ layout with stupid landings on the stairs,) but there’s a lot to be said for the character of this period, in comparison to the majority of office buildings today. And it’s one of the reasons why this section of Savannah is meticulously maintained as an historic district.

But we notice that the light is muted and overcast, lending a somber air to the scene and not producing a whole lot of color. This speaks to us in subconscious ways, and can affect how we feel about a particular view regardless of what it’s actually of. When you think about it, this is almost silly, because it’s only light, and while it’s associated with weather, is that really all that different? We see rain all the time, it’s no big deal, but try telling our subconscious that.

Now we see it a mere two minutes later.

facade of Savannah Cotton Exchange in Savannah, GA in direct sunlight
Knowing the timeframe, it’s obvious that the clouds were scattered and moving fast, permitting bursts of sunlight and overcast interspersed. Now the color has popped a bit, and the contrast and shadows have increased significantly, all of these changing the appearance and mood of the exact same subject. It’s also clear, though perhaps not consciously noted, that the light is coming from the left and thus the building is facing into the light, which is a subtle positive aspect, while the oblique sidelighting makes the ornamentation sharper and almost tactile. I often point out to my students that high-contrast light is for textures and surfaces, while low-contrast light (hazy to overcast) is for colors; this is partially because cameras, and especially monitors, still have a narrow dynamic range, the amount they can vary between their brightest and darkest registers, so the increased contrast of bright sunlight can actually cause colors to bleach out while shadows deepen far too much. It would have been great if I’d had a flower bed in the foreground to demonstrate both of these in one photo, but while it was entirely possible (given how manicured this section of Savannah is) to have found something in the vicinity to use in this way, I wasn’t thinking about it at the time. I know, what a slacker.

You might also have noticed that the sky in the latter image has darkened, but it might not have – with the increased light on the building, the shutter speed increased, which would have darkened the unchanged sky. So, it’s darker in the image, but perhaps not in reality – I’ll let you classify that as you wish.

Busy bee

pollen of lemon tree blossoms on brush
The image above, naturally, needs no explanation, because you certainly should recognize it if you are a decent human being – you’re honoring the holiday just like the rest of us. But for all the insolent and sulky teens out there, this is residual pollen – specifically, the pollen of lemon trees – the stuff that remained behind on the paint brush after I came back in from the greenhouse. That’s right, it’s Pollinate The Lemon Trees Wintering In The Greenhouse Day, which is easy enough to celebrate.

blossoms of lemon trees in greenhouse
The Girlfriend obtained a pair of lemon trees earlier in the year, and after a cold snap they were moved into the greenhouse for the winter, where a small oil heater maintains the temperature at a minimum of 10°c. We’re not exactly sure what prompted them to bloom now, but they’re bustin’ out like kittens in the clothes hamper who have heard the can opener, and so given the lack of beehives within the greenhouse (a distinct oversight of ours,) it is incumbent upon me to, um, see to their needs manually. We’re not sure how well this will work, but some of the earlier flowers are showing signs of germination, so I suppose I can add that to my résumé.

It’s been a busy week and I’ve had little time to give to the webby stuff, but I should be able to catch up a bit more. Now all I need is something to photograph and/or post about…

Profiles of Nature 54

Life isn’t fair, and it’s not even well-balanced. We can’t try to get philosophical and consider it a test – that’s just lame. We’re here with yet another Profile after we thought they were dead and gone, with no dramatic, heroic denouement to occur. Deal.

northern mockingbird Mimus polyglottos horkin' down berries
Today we meet Hrisovalantis (‘Hrisovalantisbusbyberkeleydomperignon’ to his friends, because his friends aren’t too swift,) taking a holiday break from his routine diet to stuff himself full of cranberries, unaware that these weren’t cranberries at all, but something with a laundry list of ‘possible’ side effects longer than most pharmaceutical commercials – Hrisovalantis is going to have a fun evening, and so are all the others on the bus he’s taking back home. Note that when we say, “routine diet.” we mean the diet that we’re all on, the one that involves no actual change in food intake but the intentions of such, starting tomorrow, and thus the holiday break is actually gorging himself blind – don’t act like we’re not intimately familiar with this. And when we say, “we,” we’re referring to all of us within this country in a typically wecentric way, and not all of us like we should – we don’t all celebrate the same holidays, you know? But we do here, so we better get over it. We don’t know Hrisovalantis by name but recognize him in that vague, “We should probably know where we met you but can’t for the life of us recall where or why and this is gonna be really embarrassing,” way, because Hrisovalantis specializes in being a background restaurant patron – not in movies or TV series, but in real life, engaging in bland and casual conversations without making a sound, which we don’t notice because we’re too wrapped up in ourselves, unlike some of us. This is not a lucrative skill, but it makes enough scratch to cover the meals at least, and Hrisovalantis always grabs some extra mints and toothpicks to sell afterward, so he’s doing okay – don’t ask who buys them. Nonetheless, Hrisovalantisberkeleybreatheddomdeluise (it’s growing on us) has big goals because they’re easier to score within – we can’t believe we’ve never used this gag before – and will soon move on from restaurants to become a background attendee of sporting events, only one of the non-stupid ones (there are three, and we’ll let us figure out for ourselves whether that means the events themselves or the fans overall – we think it’s a generous overestimate anyway.) Will Hrisovalantis live out his dreams? Will happiness and prosperity reign? We wont know because we never follow up and we’re not even reading this in the first place. Hrisovalantis’ favorite kind of scissors handles are the kind that allows two-and-a-half fingers in one side but won’t easily release his thumb on the other, though we suspect he’s just saying that because it’s a fad.

We may be here next week, or we may not, but we’re probably not done, so we can stop blubbering and jolly well man up – that’s the human ‘man’ and not the gender one, so we can just piss off with that.

Not perfectly clear

sunset over Jordan Lake showing faint crepuscular rays
Was on the way past and stopped at Jordan Lake yesterday at sunset, even though it looked as promising as always, which means, “Not at all.” True to form, the sun set without a cloud in the sky, leaving nothing to produce nor capture any colors, but as it dropped still lower, the bare hints of high-altitude humidity began to show through faint crepuscular rays. I won’t blame you if you’re not seeing them easily – the first indication to us was so faint that we could see it better through peripheral vision rather than directly, but eventually some streaks were distinct enough, and the lowermost horizon got some nice color. It worked, and wasn’t more than a tad chilly out there. Good enough.

Visibly different, part 47

This one was inspired when I was going through the folders and realized I had a counterpart that was just done recently (like, since the last Visibly Different post.) We start back in October 2009.

night exposure moonlit self-portrait with Orion
Part of the reasoning behind this was wanting a portrait of myself to use for promotional purposes, only not serious ones – I’m never going to be a realtor so I don’t need the ‘warm smile in some studio’ headshot, plus I scare people. This one was a self-portrait that didn’t quite work, so I eventually settled on the one seen here, which probably should be updated.

But it was also a moonlight experiment, and a ‘ghost image’ one, since I was purposefully present for only part of the exposure, while the camera (the one in the frame – well, both, actually) was present the entire time – the idea was that the camera had a ‘real’ presence while mine was incidental. Hah! Such fartistic commentary! Which would have worked much better against the open sky than the trees, which is largely why it wasn’t ever used. Except for the obvious reason that I scare people.

By the way, despite the various shortcomings, this is a self-portrait, and not a fucking ‘selfie’ – selfies are vain and inept things done with a smutphone and an absence of cognition. Know the difference.

Now we come to this past Saturday morning.

night sky exposure semi-self-portrait
I just cropped this tighter from the version posted a few days back, to emphasize the similarities a little, because this is the exact same spot, and I’m pretty sure those are the exact same stars up there – I mean, they’d gotten out of my sight between the two frames, so I can’t rule out substitutions, but…

Unless you were really checking the background details, though, you might never realize that they were the same location (much less the same person.) The primary clue is the orientation of Orion at the lakeshore, pinning down the view direction and suggesting a closer look, but the lake is so different between the two, especially the water level, that it’s easy to slip past. The base color register throws things off, as does the focal length which shifts relative positions within the frame. The exposure time of course – the first pic was 25 seconds while the second was 303. Though it looks like that outermost tree has died in the intervening years, I think that’s actually a piling you see in the latter pic since it was shot at a slightly different angle. It’s clearly not intended to let us see the figure now, so the underlying ‘mood,’ for want of a better word, has changed. And there’s the suggestion that the temperatures were significantly different, because despite what little you can tell from the shadowy figure in the latest pic, it’s obviously not in short sleeves…

Woo hoo, exciting, right boys and girls? Yeah, c’mon, it’s effectively winter here, except not the kind with snow (yet.) We’ve entered the slow season and the pics will reflect this. Hey, think how I feel…

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A note about exposures like this: If you want to try them, the primary thing to keep in mind is relative light – it’s not the amount of time that something is within the frame that dictates its ‘strength,’ but how much light it reflects. In the top frame, even though the camera is there throughout the exposure while I’m not, the camera only reflects highlights from its black surface, which were still much dimmer than the light reflecting from my hand, so I should have been in the frame much less time. The dark background didn’t help at all, and it should have been against clearer sky (I was purposefully keeping Orion in the frame, so this had an impact, plus the fact that I wasn’t in the frame while framing it.) The brightness of the clothing makes a difference. The best thing is to shoot a bunch of frames with varying percentages of your ‘ghost’ within the frame – 20% of the total exposure time, then 40%, and so on (I think the bottom frame was 40%, but this was also a brighter background.) Holding still is paramount of course, and the closer the portrait the worse this will become. It may take a while (like multiple sessions) before you get the effect you were after. Or you may snag it in one frame.

Make-believe

It’s cold out there, so let’s pretend it’s nice and balmy, and to assist this I provide a summer shot, a big one.

stitched vertical panorama of Carpenter Falls, Skaneateles NY
This is from 2009, and is actually three images stitched together vertically. Curiously, it looks like I was using a faster shutter speed for the topmost image because the water isn’t blurred as much there, but this isn’t true – all frames are the same shutter speed, it’s just the water that’s accelerating of course.

This is Carpenter Falls off Skaneateles Lake in central New York, by the way – I keep wanting to call it “Carpenters” but that’s not correct. What isn’t apparent is scale, so I provide another image from much higher up.

tourists behind Carpenter Falls, Skaneateles NY
low angle shot of Carpenter Falls, Skaneateles NYI don’t know who these people are, but they did manage not to fall in.

And one more, because it’s the oldest image in the blog folder and has been there for years, and I figure it’s time to either post it or delete it. Since I haven’t been shooting much recently (even when trying,) that means we get this. I was right down in the water for this one, but that doesn’t mean much – with nothing here for scale either, I’ll just tell you that the foreground ‘torrent’ is perhaps 20cm high. But yeah, nice and refreshing in the heat of the day, washing away the sweat and grime from our sandaled feet, the crashing of the water causing small gusts of random breezes laden with cool moisture that couldn’t be found in the still air outside of the valley. Am I selling this enough? Should I mention bunched, sweaty underwear or a lingering lockerroom aroma? That headachey, nauseous feeling when we’ve been working too hard in direct sunlight with too little hydration? How about that yellow-orange filter filmmakers adore for shots of the deserts or Mexico? You know the hue – the director of photography of CSI: Miami must’ve bought a gross every season. But not cold, no sirree.

Pfeh

So not only did I get out to view the ‘peak’ of the Leonids meteor shower on Thursday night/Friday morning, I returned on Friday night/Saturday morning for the predicted surge. Though you wouldn’t know it in the slightest – yeah, it was that bad. The first night was notably cold, dropping below freezing, which I realize doesn’t hold a candle to some northern weather but it’s still miserable standing almost motionless on the edge of a lake for over an hour, and my sinuses were protesting painfully. I had two cameras with me, as suggested in an earlier post, but the second one used older batteries, nor was it fully charged, and as a result it pegged out after twenty minutes. I warmed the batteries in my hands in my pockets for about ten minutes and got another exposure out of them, but that was it. Waste of time anyway.

ten-minute time exposure of night sky pinned to Polaris
This was ten minutes at f8, ISO 400, looking mostly north as you can see – semi-dark in that direction, but near the one meteor that I saw for both nights – just, not while either camera was aimed that way. I couldn’t even find evidence of a satellite. This was the first night, by the way, and I took a moment and boosted ISO for a detail image without (noticeable) star trails:

night exposure showing Orion, Taurus, Pleiades, and Mars
This is with the ultra-wide at 11mm (thus the leaning trees from fisheye distortion,) 30 seconds at f8 and ISO 6400, and shows Orion slightly left of center, Taurus above and to the right of that, with the Pleiades cluster further in that direction. The bright star at lower left is Sirius, while the brightest star isn’t; that’s Mars, between the horns of Taurus. Clicking on the photo will provide a larger version for more detail (and more noise, but whatcha gonna do?) Technically, Uranus is in this photo too, right on top of another star that’s dimmer, so at least one of those little dots is mostly light from Uranus – I’ll let you find it with Stellarium if you like. It was a distinctly clear night, and except for the cold it was ideal for watching a meteor shower – shame one didn’t show up. I would have braved the cold longer had I seen more than one brief, tiny little meteor, but it was clear that the show wasn’t going to be engaging.

I returned the next night because ‘they’ predicted a possible surge about 1 AM, and I was dedicated enough to be ready for it. But the humidity had rolled in heavily, obscuring all but the brightest stars, and I knew the bounceback from light pollution would make exposures much worse.

night exposure in hazy conditions showing Orion and Mars
That’s Orion again near center, Mars near the top of the frame – only 200 seconds this time at f8, ISO 400 and you can already see too much sky glow. This was the clearest portion of the sky, too – to the west, brilliant Jupiter was barely visible through the heavier clouds, so nothing else could be seen, and all but the brightest fireball would have been obscured. I made a few attempts and waited to see if the sky might clear, but if anything it was getting worse and absolutely nothing made an appearance.

I tweaked one of the exposures just for the sake of it, though:

night crepuscular rays from Durham against too-humid sky
All I did was boost contrast a little to enhance the effect – the crepuscular rays really were like this. This isn’t from the sun or the moon, but from the city of Durham, a 300-second exposure, and I couldn’t tell you what caused the shadows in the light pollution, but combined with the star trails it almost takes on the appearance of a blast. I’m guessing from this that the humidity layer was quite low, but that’s only a guess. By the way, I just spent too long trying to determine which stars are actually visible here, but can’t pin them down, even though I knew which way I was aimed.

One last, for giggles:

night exposure over Jordan lake showing Orion, Mars, and bystander
Yes, that’s Orion and Mars again – and me, holding still in the frame for two minutes out of the five that the exposure took. You can see how bad the horizon was getting. I was alone out there, so I had no idea how it was framed, and it wasn’t worth further playing around – shame that two cars passed after I’d left the frame, otherwise there’d be a nice gap in their lights and reflections. Maybe next time.

But yeah – typical luck with a meteor shower. This is getting tedious.

Those ugly signs

Nobody likes getting old, which means we deny the signs too often, trying to pretend it’s not happening to us, or not as fast as it is for others. But occasionally the evidence rears up and attempts to bite our noses off.

Back in August I was on an outing and spotted several snakes, considering myself pretty sharp-eyed for finding them, and featured the images herein. Yet just as I was going through the stock folders for images to use in the previous post, I suddenly find I’m not as slick as I liked to believe.

image of more than one northern water snake Nerodia sipedon sipedon
This is full frame, with my target nicely centered, the one I spotted at the time. But how the fuck did I miss its companion?

two northern water snakes Nerodia sipedon sipedon
That’s not a handspan away, and more exposed that the one I focused upon, and while it was using the roots to advantage, I was right there taking several frames of the first and didn’t see it until cruising through the stock images months later – I even missed it when sorting. It would have been even more embarrassing if the second was visible in the post, but I’d shifted for more of a profile angle for that image.

Don’t talk to me. I’m gonna binge on Metamucil smoothies and Matlock. Maybe develop some film. Keep that damn music down.

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