Urban poetry

The pedestrian passageway outside a construction site in Chelsea.

Astronomy Tuesday

Dusty nebulae and adolescent stars in Taurus. The dark dust in this image is a little creepy.

 Image Credit and Copyright: Lloyd L. Smith, Deep Sky West

Welcome to the working week

I meant to post this picture this morning -- the proprietor at the shop in the Amber Fort in Jaipur hard at work -- but forgot to click on Publish.

Which was lucky because now I get to include this item from today's cafeteria menu at my firm:

     Beer, Battered tilapia

Which made me laugh, imagining plates of bruised but brave whitefish accompanied by bracing mugs of beer. Needless to say it was ordinary fried fish, no beer in sight. I had a salad.

Sunday bird blogging

Yellow-footed green pigeons, in Keoladeo National Park.

Saturday reflections

Early evening, from my living room window.

Reflections

A day early, just because I'm enjoying looking at New York pictures right now.

The Empire State Building and friends, in a real Manhattan cityscape.

Urban poetry

Maybe because no one does urban like New York, the best urban poetry shots are always the ones I take here. And while I do have more pictures from my trip that I'll post from time to time, I've been home for weeks now and I'm ready to get back to steady-state New York blogging.

The leopardskin print on the chair is the winning detail here, outside a garage on Tenth Avenue.

Astronomy Tuesday

The gray sky is the giveaway -- this is the real Mars, not the Jordanian impostor.

From our old friend the Curiosity Rover, a panorama from within Gale Crater, looking across a dune field at the slopes of Mount Sharp.

IMAGE CREDIT: NASA/JPL-CALTECH/MSSS

A last look at Wadi Rum

Sunday bird blogging

Unfortunately I couldn't get closer to this gorgeous bird -- a glossy ibis in Keoladeo National Park.

Bubble tents

These Space Age tents are designed for stargazing, so I'm glad I didn't waste money on an upgrade -- I loved my little pointed tent with the rugs and draperies, and there weren't any stars to be seen anyway.

But they do look very cool against the mountains in the morning fog.

Morning in the desert

I'd really wanted to see the stars in Wadi Rum, but it started to get overcast as soon as it was dark, and they were only bright glimpses behind the clouds.

The next morning it was drizzly and gray, and the rain on the stone made bright colors under the dim sky.