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The weather has been cloudy to partly cloudy for a few weeks. This afternoon was relatively clear with a few small cumulus clouds passing by. I thought I'd try and use a Coronado PST solar telescope to image the sun today. I find this scope a challenge to focus and adjust the etalon. There's image shift because the focusing mechanism is a sloppy movable prism. The etalon is goofy and causes half of the sun to look good while the other half is blurry. It's still fun to use. Besides it is all I have for solar observing. The sun has been active as it approaches solar maximum. There is something new to see every day.
August 12, 2024; Coronado PST; ZWO ASI432MM; 2x Barlow. I was lazy and used Sharpcap’s live stacking feature to process the image.
The thermometer read 99F, so I didn't image for very long. Not only was I overheating, but my equipment was too!
Bowra Station, QLD. I found myself really thinking about my time at Bowra this week and realised there still photos I hadn't looked at. This is one of those shots. I took a video of this one but don't know how to edit video yet. Once again the beautiful red sand is a nice backdrop to any image.
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In the twilight, the sky poured itself into a palette of whispered hues — violet and crimson, tangerine and pearl — as if the universe had exhaled all its colors in a sigh of resignation. The ocean mirrored this celestial canvas, a restless pupil absorbing the wisdom of an infinite teacher. Each ripple seemed to question the boundaries of being, curious and hesitant, like a child's hand reaching out to touch the face of a dream.
Here, the world was no longer a place of answers. The horizon bled uncertainty, a line drawn by an unseen hand that forgot the concept of edges. The clouds sprawled in streaks of mauve and gold, tendrils of thought from an intellect far too ancient to be hurried, yet too young to understand itself. The waves murmured secrets to the wind — secrets too elusive to grasp, yet too profound to ignore. They curled over rocks and sand, breaking into a gentle chaos, as though nature itself had briefly forgotten how to complete its sentences.
In the silent stillness, this scene held no promise of permanence, only an invitation to witness the fleeting. The sky’s aching expanse was a brushstroke of the eternal, and the water below was nothing but a vessel for reflections — a keeper of ephemeral flames. The moment teetered between oblivion and discovery, balanced delicately, impossibly, on the brink of time's vast and ever-receding shore.
For a breath, all of existence seemed caught in contemplation, as if even the universe were musing over its own creation, wondering how such beauty could rise from the convergence of chance and infinity. And then, just as softly, the sun dipped beyond sight, leaving only the lingering glow of wonder, and the endless mystery of night yet to unfold.
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Beneath the lingering hues and the whispered secrets of light, there exists a bridge between the fleeting and the eternal. To step across it, to witness more moments where color and time converge in a delicate dance, wander further into the world of the artist who captured this Symphony of Passing Light.
Let your eyes explore the unseen, let your mind drift into reverie — discover www.coronaviking.com and follow the traces of twilight, the stories etched in waves, and the silent poetry of horizons yet to be touched.
I love these birds. They make a sound like rusty scissors and love to hover while catching insects. Decided to share it despite the soft focus...
Honorable Mention in the California Coastal Commission 2009 Amateur Photography Contest.
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Photo Collage
A model of the Bride from the Disneyland's Haunted Mansion. The model pre-dated the murder storyline, so I had to add the hatchet. The background is a lovely little graveyard in Guadalajara. A flame for the candle and a bit of dry ice fog, and there you go.
This cliff overlooks Little Hunter Beach which I prefer to call Pebble Beach as the entire area is covered with potato sized rocks that have been polish by the wave action.
The noise that is generated by the grinding of the stones is really something to hear up close. Check out my previous post for a video of the waves.
Low clouds drifting over the craters of the Tongariro Volcanic Complex. Photographed from the summit of Mt Ngauruhoe.
Tongariro National Park.
Full Album - Tongariro: Chasing After the Wind www.flickr.com/photos/bluepolaris/sets/72157655156275179