tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649969.post7272289448420823358..comments2023-11-03T09:49:01.642-05:00Comments on Plush Life: Celebrate the Solsticefour legs goodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10293964507849370102noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649969.post-528613195270926412008-06-21T18:55:00.000-05:002008-06-21T18:55:00.000-05:00You want something in the atmosphere? I was in Pgh...You want something in the atmosphere? I was in Pgh, dangit! The moon was rising through the Mon Valley crud. <BR/><BR/>Very romantic, actually. Knowing where and when the moon is rising can come in very handy.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649969.post-34773769444093925752008-06-20T22:57:00.000-05:002008-06-20T22:57:00.000-05:00Oh, nice! thanks for the link.I forgot to mention ...Oh, nice! thanks for the link.<BR/><BR/>I forgot to mention that something in the atmosphere that night (california pollution?) stained the moon an odd reddish color.<BR/><BR/>Thanks for everyone's stories. <BR/><BR/>We LOVE THE MOOOOOOON!!!!four legs goodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10293964507849370102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649969.post-21386611734168564862008-06-20T22:09:00.000-05:002008-06-20T22:09:00.000-05:00I forgot to mention that the name Anthony Ayiomami...I forgot to mention that the name Anthony Ayiomamitis triggered a memory. He's the guy that did a whole series of photos of analemmas over Greek temples. Actually, he's done a lot of astrophotography, and can be found <A HREF="http://www.perseus.gr/" REL="nofollow">here</A>.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649969.post-85236820542708893592008-06-20T21:45:00.000-05:002008-06-20T21:45:00.000-05:00Almost exactly your story, FLG. But in our neighbo...Almost exactly your story, FLG. But in our neighborhood in the Pgh 'burbs we were allowed out until dark. Being a space addict, I watched for every full moon to rise beyond the shopping center across the valley (Burbs. Pgh. Told ya.) Big and yellow, it rose through the trees as the lightning bugs came out.<BR/><BR/>Being the 60's, there was also an undercurrent of the space race. Men were going to walk there soon. And there was a war on, a dark cloud in the background.<BR/><BR/>An astronomy degree, a stint at NASA, and I still love to watch the full moon rise, just as I paused tonight to watch the solstice sun set.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649969.post-48130457783034596172008-06-20T19:05:00.000-05:002008-06-20T19:05:00.000-05:00About 5 years ago,in the dead of winter, my belove...About 5 years ago,in the dead of winter, my beloved (late) greyhound and I went for our usual 5:00 am walk (greyhounds are REALLY early risers). The bright full moon was still out, and Lindsay stopped dead in her tracks. In the light of the moon, we saw a gorgeous, enormous stag standing on the lawn across the street. (We lived near a wooded park, where deer sometimes hung out.) Took my breath away. Lindsay, being a greyhound, thought it was pretty cool, too. Luckily, she was on a lead.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20649969.post-66151210651298775292008-06-20T18:09:00.000-05:002008-06-20T18:09:00.000-05:00I grew up on a secluded beach, and one summer nigh...I grew up on a secluded beach, and one summer night, under a brilliant full moon, hundreds of waterfowl congregated on the sand flats. I went for a walk to the water's edge, and though I walked between them, around them, up to them, none of the birds would fly away because it was too dark -- instead, the countless ducks and murrets and gulls just sat on the sand, squawking at the moon. It was very surreal.<BR/><BR/>Happy solstice to you. :)kimberhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00619167075054678786noreply@blogger.com