by Deirdre Kelleghan, Bray County Wicklow, Ireland (AWB National Coordinator for Ireland) Luna rose in Jupiter mood Bands and zones Cloud slices Eclipsing the eclipse Luna rising in penumbra phase from Bray County Wicklow, Ireland—a fleeting glimpse before the clouds took over, 16:14 (local time), 10 December 1011. Comments You need JavaScript to be able to post comments You need to be logged in to leave a comment Click Here to Login

by Bob Eklund The pink overcast Opens to Orion's stars: A change of season. The low stratus clouds, which so often form at night over the coastal part of Los Angeles where I live, were a shade of dark pink as a result of our sodium-vapor street lighting. Then a gap opened in the cloud-layer, like curtains parting at a play, just big enough for Orion to show through. And the sky beyond the cloud deck was less light-polluted than usual, since the low clouds kept the light from reaching the upper sky. Comments You need JavaScript to be...

Thirty-four degrees Latitude and temperature Under solstice stars. Bob Eklund Comments You need JavaScript to be able to post comments You need to be logged in to leave a comment Click Here to Login

When dry winds from the east blow down on us And beat our ocean’s breath back out to sea, We know December’s here: a sharp-edged month Of golden afternoon and sudden dusk. This beach at evening wears a desert face, Deserted and forgotten by the crowd Whose distant rush goes silent at the boom And hush of water, working in the gloom. We love these desert winds that shape our sky Into a polished lens for seeing through, And at some midnight hour bring into view A star beyond the stars we thought we knew. Comments You need JavaScript to...

by Eloise Blakslee Roach (1904–1976) Can you wind your way to the top of Mt. Locke Next Tuesday evening at seven o'clock? The beautiful sights at sunset time Would ordinarily be worth the climb— But the moon goes into total eclipse, And we'll take one of those skyward trips That shatters our pride in the “wonderful worth” Of life on this insignificant earth! But first we'll indulge in one of life's treats And have our fill of picnic eats. Come early if you can and wear warm clothes For it's high up here and a cool wind blows! Oh...