Link Stew--simply season to taste. And the International Space Station, on the side.
It's been a while, so let's get started. My Galactic Pics for This Week.
A spectre in the Eastern Veil. Or some fiber-optic owl in mid-flight?
Jets on the sun. The closer you get, the more pissed-off it looks...
A sharper view of a hazy giant. Kind of... sugary.
Two black holes dancing. Eh, that can't be good.
Rays over Colorado. No words for this one, folks. Okay, one. WHUH?
Very first image of the Earth from the Moon. Simply historic.
AND the showstopper:
The moon rising AS the sun is setting. Neat-oooooooo.
Sometime back in the history of the Writingscape, I believe I presented you with David J. Parker's Fantasy Novelist's Exam and reported that I was innocent of all charges (though close on a few).
And now, behold. His Filmaker's Exam. I about busted a gut. Too funny--but the guy has a point.
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Not a link, but definitely space & sundry: Middle Bro and I raced out of the house last week at 6:07 PM, got to the most open area of sky we could quickly reach (a concrete median alongside Cobb Parkway), trained our binoculars at the clear night sky at 6:11, and watched the International Space Station zoom over us at 17,000 miles per hour, a four minute arc from horizon to horizon.
Though they stayed dark, you could see the panel arrays. In fact, the station was so big and bright, you could easily see the thing without binoculars, without squinting. We were transfixed. People in the cars zooming by us had to wonder what the hell we were doing.
Righteous.
A spectre in the Eastern Veil. Or some fiber-optic owl in mid-flight?
Jets on the sun. The closer you get, the more pissed-off it looks...
A sharper view of a hazy giant. Kind of... sugary.
Two black holes dancing. Eh, that can't be good.
Rays over Colorado. No words for this one, folks. Okay, one. WHUH?
Very first image of the Earth from the Moon. Simply historic.
AND the showstopper:
The moon rising AS the sun is setting. Neat-oooooooo.
Sometime back in the history of the Writingscape, I believe I presented you with David J. Parker's Fantasy Novelist's Exam and reported that I was innocent of all charges (though close on a few).
And now, behold. His Filmaker's Exam. I about busted a gut. Too funny--but the guy has a point.
_______________
Not a link, but definitely space & sundry: Middle Bro and I raced out of the house last week at 6:07 PM, got to the most open area of sky we could quickly reach (a concrete median alongside Cobb Parkway), trained our binoculars at the clear night sky at 6:11, and watched the International Space Station zoom over us at 17,000 miles per hour, a four minute arc from horizon to horizon.
Though they stayed dark, you could see the panel arrays. In fact, the station was so big and bright, you could easily see the thing without binoculars, without squinting. We were transfixed. People in the cars zooming by us had to wonder what the hell we were doing.
Righteous.