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Weather forecasts suck…!!!

I was all set for a night out in the wild, but the forecast said cloudy until about 10pm.

Fine…
The really serious star shooting doesn’t start until after 10 anyway…
Of course, by the time I got to the spot, the forecast was now calling for clouds until 1am…

Stupid forecast…
Harrumph!!! 

Well, I’m here to tell you it was holy crap after 10, and the above pic is what I was faced with.
The only stars I was getting were the rather rambunctious little fireflies darting about.
That’s the green dots in the above photo…
Can you see him? In the lower right?
Still, I didn’t drive all those miles and all that time only to come home with a photo of a bug with an over-active butt muscle…
So I stuck it out…

You know, it’s a firm tenant of the photographer’s code that one shouldn’t be so focused (see what I did there?!?) on the scenery before you that you ignore the scenery behind you…

Well, not so much a code…
More like what you call a guideline, really…

When the antics of Firefly Phil and his… (*ahem*) rectum of repute…finally paled for me, I actually glanced around to see what was going on behind me.
The clouds appeared to be breaking up a bit behind me, and stars were peeking through.

After a bit of futzing around, but without photographic fame showering on and about my artistic efforts, I looked back towards what I’d come to see and… lo and behold… stars!

Not the whole shebang full monty going for the gusto it’s miller time money shot I’d come for… but stars nonetheless…

I suppose if it didn’t take hours to get there, with hours still remaining and many miles before I slept, I could have stayed there all night, waiting for the perfect shot.

But the clouds were persistent, as was my fatigue.
So I decided to ease on down the road.

True, it was in the direction of home…
… but not very much in that direction…

The clouds were in residence at spot #2, also; acting like ill-behaved school children at the annual picture day, and basically just being a holy terror in front of the stars awaiting their turn in the spotlight…

Who raised these clouds, anyway…?
Were they brought up in a barn?!?

But did that stop our intrepid chronicler of the night sky?
I should say NOT!

Shooting for all I was worth (… granted, I’ve had better days of capital net… if you get my drift…) produced more fatigue than I was already laboring under, more pictures of moodily, under-lit cloud-scapes, and finally some keeper-type of photos…

The clouds parted, I snapped away, and finally limped home, as exhausted as I’ve been for quite some time…

But I got the shots I was offered…
At least, as far as the stated goal of shooting the galaxy was concerned…

For the record, there was a hearing of the French Vanilla Albino Hooty-type Owl, but no return of the fabled Snorting Deer of New England.

There were, however, several packs of Yippee-KI-ote, just a caterwauling to beat the band…

Sounded to me like they were practicing their auditions for lead singer of the Bee Gees…
Either that, or a large number of castrati parts have opened up down at the Met… in that fabulous new production of the Coyote of Seville…

Everyone sing it with me…

🎤 “Toreador-ah
Don’t spit on the floor-ah
Use the cuspador-ah
That is what it’s for-ah” 🎤

Yes, yes, I know…
I KNOW

The Coyote of Seville was written by Rossini. while the above song is sung to a tune by Bizet!
Whattya want from me?
Didn’t you hear me type how exhausting the whole ordeal was?

Besides, Bizet did write some eighteen opera’s.
But there isn’t a decent part for a castrated coyote in any of them…

And nothing of Rossini’s comes tripping off the tongue at this time of night
Except for William Tell…

Oh, just shut up and sing!

 

 

 

 

 

 

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4 Comments

  1. Ah…night shoots..too often I am rewarded with chill rising mist. It’s cool you had fireflies. I do not see them often now.

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    • You know, they seem to like the warmer weather, which is understandable…
      But where I was shooting is well north of where I live (and a bit cooler), but there are many more fireflies there than here.
      Maybe it has to do with all the light pollution I live near…
      Or thew fact that my landlord feeds the birds… a LOT!!!

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