Photography in the Sky and Above

It was raining when I woke at seven-thirty. In the cabin, the rain is cozy. It was quite different when I lived in the shack, which was too small to spend any time in, so I worked through the rain, happy it kept the bugs at bay. Now, I can afford to burrow more deeply into the blankets and sleep until the rain stops. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

When I woke again, around nine, the rain was over although it was a bit chilly. I woke to birds twittering outside my window, so I got my camera and hopefully have some good pictures amongst the dross. Speaking of which, I should take another moon picture this evening, for I’ve been trying to get a good shot, which is tricky with my camera. It wants to focus and likely does that through infrared, and is too impatient for the beam to return from the moon, some light seconds away. I can only take my picture at dusk, before it gets too dark and yet the moon is brilliant enough to stand out from the background. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

After I put the camera away, I went to the new part and contemplated my plumbing. It has always been a bit dodgy looking for my tastes, so I turned off the water and replumbed it, and now it makes a neater bundle. The work didn’t improve my hot water though, which is still only a trickle.

The rest of my day’s tasks were cleaning up the new part, as well as the yard, and running a hose for the water tower on the front of the building. Now there are two hoses going to the pond. I wonder if that will fill it if we get a good rain. I still have digging to do there, but I am interested in how I will supply lots of water before the bottom seals itself. I think I will pile clay from the IMG_8077_smallswamp below the inlet hoses and let that mix the water with the fine silt. Perhaps that will seal it.

Today was plenty hot, and I kept the building closed up until I realized it was getting unpleasantly hot, so I opened a few windows. Now it is 22 degrees in here and that should hold for most of the night, although it will likely be frost tonight.

About Barry Pomeroy

I had an English teacher in high school many years ago who talked about writing as something that people do, rather than something that died with Shakespeare. I began writing soon after, maudlin poetry followed by short prose pieces, but finally, after years of academic training, I learned something about the magic of the manipulated word.
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