After a long day of being “on” from the word “go” with staff out sick and critical deadlines that had to be met anyway and meetings that I had to be prepared for and even more “ON!” for…
…it was wonderfully calm and cool with a little breeze and there were lines of puffy clouds when I finally fled the office.
Both west and east. I wished that I could be a hawk and go up and spin and circle through them just for the joy of it.
Instead I was just the geeky, weird dude standing in the parking lot taking pictures of clouds and making the other folks in the building think that maybe they should avoid sharing an elevator with me because who knows what other bizarre, non-conventional, freakish behaviors I might be capable of.
They also didn’t bother to notice the clouds.
How droll to be them!
Some days you need it more than others – some days I don’t even know if it’s helping.
We made it through another week. We made it through another Saturday. We’re still upright, taking nourishment, on the right side of the dirt.
That’s a win in anyone’s book.
And I got out the good camera for the occasion.
Remember I said you could see Griffith Observatory? It’s over to the right from this view. This is the big peak in Griffith Park, with the Hollywood sign just on the far side to the right of that radio/TV tower. (Click on the image to view it full sized.)
Ooooh, looky what I found! Just five hours short of full, that’s about 99.99% illuminated and coming up through the evening haze.
Play with the exposure time and you get some detail, craters and “oceans.”
Remember that hill and radio tower?
You could almost reach out and touch it.
Pull back a little bit and you can see the lights coming on across the San Fernando Valley.
Looking for the owl. (Didn’t see, or hear, him.)
Is that a dot in the upper left, at about the 10:00 position? No, that would be a plane taking off out of Burbank! I was shooting a series of bracketed shots and you can clearly see the plane coming up from the lower left, going in front of the moon…
…and then taking off a bit to the upper right before looping back around to cross over Van Nuys Airport and head north toward Northern California or the Pacific Northwest. (I’ve taken that takeoff many a time!)
Lots of hubbub online about “a full moon on Friday the Thirteenth!!” Give me a break. Just enjoy the beautiful moon and the view – you don’t need anything more than that.
Do you see it?
Way out there, on the horizon. If you have binoculars you can see Griffith Observatory. Right over it.
It’s not quite full – that’s still fifteen hours away, at 21:33 PDT. But it’s 99% illuminated, so the casual observer wouldn’t notice.
The the naked eye it leaps out at you – the iPhone camera takes a bit of coaxing to reveal it. Then again, the iPhone camera didn’t evolve over a few hundred million years out in the Serengeti, where the light of the full moon could give an advantage to predator – or prey.
It’s cleared the hills down there in the haze.
99%? Close enough.
Time to howl!
Today started out pretty much where yesterday left off.
That’s not good.
It was a “busier than God” sort of day on top of it, and a long 11+ hours at the hanger.
That’s not necessarily good.
Then when I got home there was craziness from the job site.
That wasn’t good at all.
But I was stubborn. I kept moving. I made it out the other side and might have made some progress.
That’s good. Finally.
I have no idea why my cell phone camera decided to take a burst of 22 photos of my leg while I was driving.
When I was getting up at 03:00 to be leaving at 04:00 to be on site at 05:00 last week, I found this monster hanging around on the wall by the front door. I figured it was a rare catch, or at least unusual, and it would fly away at any second.
But then it was still there when I got home. And the next night. And the next.
Finally it was gone, with just a gooey red streak on the wall where it had been. Not quite sure what that all adds up to.
But it was a honkin’ big moth!
Tonight there’s a Sandy-sized hole in my heart.
Sandy was a close, dear friend in high school. We had a lot of adventures together. We lost touch for a while after high school, but a few years back we finally reconnected.
Whenever I made it back to Vermont I always made a point to get together if we possibly could. When I couldn’t get to Vermont or she was off being a snowbird in Florida we would swap jokes and snarky comments online.
Today a fair-to-middlin’ shitty day got a whole lot worse when I got a call from Jackie, her partner of I-don’t-even-know how many years. Sandy had been fine on Saturday night, stayed up late to chat with her brother who was visiting. Sunday morning she was gone, peacefully, in her sleep.
We’ve had classmates that have passed away in the 45+ years. Some I barely knew, some I had at least a passing acquaintance with, one or two that I had been close to back in the day. But none so far that I had been this close to. This one hit me like a brick.
It will take a few days to process, and probably more to accept. I’ll never forget her smile, her laugh, or her bear hugs.
In 2015 when I was back in Vermont to visit my mother as she went downhill, Sandy took me out for a kayaking day around Center Pond in northern Vermont. While I’ll cherish my memories of her from high school, I’ll equally cherish the memories of this day on the lake with the loons. And I’m glad that we made time to get together in June when we were back for my 45th.