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  • Leonid Meteor Showers

    Anyone catch them this time around?

    I'm trying my hand at astrophotography-
    I have my camera set up at this moment- hopefully taking a second image. Didn't see any meteors while I was out there... so we'll see what happens!

    Now, if I can get someone to just process them properly and not mess with it since they will be dark images, obviously...
    If they turn out, I'll link to them here...

    Meanwhile, from a favorite song of mine:

    Fires At Midnight
    I stood out here once before
    With my head held in my hands
    For all that I had known of this place
    I could never understand…

    On the hills the fires burned at midnight
    Superstition plagued the air
    Sparks fly as the fires burn at midnight
    The stars are out and magic is here…

    I wished on the seven sisters
    Bring to me wisdom of age
    All that's locked within the book of secrets
    I longed for the knowledge of a sage…

    On the hills the fires burned at midnight
    Superstition plagued the air
    Sparks fly as the fires burn at midnight
    Stars are out the magic is here
    The stars are out the magic is here…

    So, the sisters smiled to themselves
    And they whispered as they shone
    And it was from that very instant
    I knew I would never be alone…

    While on the hills
    The fires burned at midnight
    Superstition plagued the air
    Sparks fly as the fires burned at midnight
    Stars are out and magic is here
    The stars are out and the magic is here…
    Many stars were forgotten
    Many faded and became ghosts
    Still my sisters glittered down from heaven
    Always there when I needed them most…

    And on the hills the fires burned at midnight
    Superstition plagued the air
    Sparks fly as the fires burn at midnight
    Stars are out and magic is here
    The stars are out and magic is here…

    I stood here once before
    With my head in my hands
    For all that I had known of this place
    I could never understand

    On the hills the fires burned at midnight
    Superstition plagued the air
    Sparks fly as the fires burn at midnight
    Stars are out and magic is here
    Last edited by Madrigal Rose; 11-18-2006, 08:35 PM.
    Character, like a photograph, develops in darkness.
    -Yousuf Karsh

  • #2
    Yeah, we had pretty clear skies down in Cambridgeshire, so I dragged the family out of bed and headed off to a nearby hill to do some stargazing. It wasn't a spectacular display, but we saw a fair amount, including a couple of long streaks from Earth-grazers. Looking forward to the Geminids in a few weeks!
    The name that can be named is not the true name.

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    • #3
      Ahem. Well, er, um... Okay... I will be very, very lucky if I get anything out of my efforts, due to... technical difficulties... as in, I forgot to focus it was close, just not at infinity.
      Okay, you can stop laughing now. It was dark. Really dark. And cold, too! And... what can I say? Just shoot me

      So yeah, I wonder how the Geminids will be?
      Character, like a photograph, develops in darkness.
      -Yousuf Karsh

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      • #4
        We're standing on the edge..The edge of time
        And it is dark, so dark on the edge of time
        Where is our joy?
        Where is our hope?
        Where is our fire?
        And it's cold, so cold on the edge of time
        We are the lost, we are the forgotten
        We are the undying
        I think that you might've walked just a little too far for those pictures.

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        • #5
          Originally posted by voilodian ghagnasdiak
          I think that you might've walked just a little too far for those pictures.
          Very funny, you!

          I didn't have to go far at all. Perhaps 50ft from the front door.

          Maybe that was the problem... next time I'll go further out?
          Character, like a photograph, develops in darkness.
          -Yousuf Karsh

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