Just got home from work at midnight to an ebony sky, absolute quiet but for the crickets chirping, huge swath of Milky Way in an arc from north to south. Overhead, the long-necked swan wings right down the center of the river, straight over the eagle with its baleful eye looking earthward, and on the southern horizon before the central bulge of our galaxy, Sagittarius with his fully-drawn bow aims at the scorpion with the blood-red heart and it's curled tail tipped with a double-starred stinger, as a perfectly stoic Jupiter rises over the mountain in the southeast. Just gorgeous.
Alas for you city-dwellers!
It's said that fireflies are visible only for the last two weeks of their short existence, when the males fly high and the females lay low, each frantically advertising for all they're worth for the perfect mate. Well, being in a crop program may be a pain in the ***, but in late June with the grasses unsullied and chest-high, it shows its worth as an absolute Firefly Paradise. Standing on high ground beyond my pool and picket fence, looking down the south field lined by thick trees on either side in the midnight blackness, its entire length and breadth and heighth of trees on both sides, are alive with a bazillion lightning bugs in a desperate sexual frenzy. But for being totally silent, it looks like the most completely raucous Chinese New Year celebration you could ever see. Wished there was some way to get that on film.
Reminds me that I gotta get my OGCMA green wooden bench fixed. That very spot is where it used to sit.
Tramp, wherever you are tonight, I thought of you!

I took a sunset pic the other day.

My arms might be too short to box with God, but maybe I could give him a foot race!