It is, of course, a long exposure to get those star trails, the little blue flashes below are almost certainly lightning, which is flashing in and above the clouds constantly in at least a few places at any given time all over the earth.
.... about our trip with the family, today, on Niles Canyon Historical Railway:
Geographilic bit bolded:
miche: So you spent the time pointing to native plants out the windows while Owen went ZOOOMZZZZZZ
mary: well yes ;) Casey followed the zoomz.
micheinnz: :D
micheinnz: You guys are just SO adorkable, the four of you.
mary: :D
mary: all four grandparents also came along - was awesome :)
mary: must teach kid about native plants :) http://www.flickr.com/photos/42614915@N00/7713144724/
micheinnz: Okay then, the eight of you are SO adorkable.
mary: and just in case you thought you were joking http://www.flickr.com/photos/42614915@N00/7713242848/
mary: :D
I've got the toddler running me exhausted, and though I said I was going to post "sense of wonder" kind of things here, he's mostly wondrous about garbage trucks these days, so I'm trying to decide how to frame that.
In the meantime, there's this fascinating spread of language video. It's mostly visual, so not vision-impaired friendly, but works well without sound:
I love this sort of thing.
I note that on the phoneme map, though Africa has high diversity for the most part, Madagascar doesn't, which makes sense given it was mostly populated from southeast Asia.
Audrey, my family-member-for-whom-there-is-no-real-label, my son's other mother, my husband's other partner, gave me a membership with 23andme for my birthday this year, and it's fabulous and fun. I found out that the brownness on my mom's side of my family didn't come from Africa, South Asia, or the Americas, but my entire gene pile seems to be European. This doesn't really solve a mystery, as I still wonder why she was so brown, as was my grandmother, but it does clear up "where does the brown come from?" a bit, in that we know where it's not from, now.
"Out of my window looking through the night I can see the barges' flickering lights.
Silently flows the water to the sea and the barges too flow silently.
Barges, I would like to go with you, I would like to sail the ocean blue.
Barges, is there treasure in your hold? Do you fight with pirates brave and bold?
