Using a remote-controlled camera, I captured a ridiculously high resolution photo of a comet. Here's a close crop from that photo. Open the thread to see it posing with our galaxy in the uncropped 300 megapixel original!
This is my highest resolution photo of a comet ever!
It's #NationalWildlifeDay! Remember, preventing wildfires protects habitats. Follow my top tips at your next campfire:
✅ Have a bucket of water and a shovel nearby at all times
✅ Always keep campfires small and under control
✅ Never leave your campfire unattended
By using multiple telescopes & cameras, I can create composite images that are impossible with traditional photography, like this composition of the last quarter moon amidst the clouds.
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Happy #ZipCodeDay! There are only a few Americans with their very own zip code—and I'm one of them!
Send me a letter and address it to:
Smokey Bear
Washington, D.C. 20252
Tomorrow, all entrance fees will be waived on Interior-managed public lands to commemorate Juneteenth National Independence Day, allowing everyone to explore our country's rich history and natural beauty.
Photo by Crater Lake National Park
It was absolutely magnificent.
This is an unedited photo (with the dust specks to prove it). There is an HDR photo captured using 5 telescopes coming soon, just give me a bit to go through all my thousands of photos :)
So, I spoke to people getting food at a food bank and here are some things I learned from those in need:
1. Everyone donates Kraft Mac and Cheese in the box. They can rarely use it because it needs milk and butter which is hard to get from regular food banks.
2. Boxed milk is a treasure, as kids need it for cereal which they also get a lot of.
3. Everyone donates pasta sauce and spaghetti noodles.
4. They cannot eat all the awesome canned veggies and soup unless you put a can opener in too or buy pop tops.
5. Oil is a luxury but needed for Rice a-Roni which they also get a lot of.
6. Spices or salt and pepper would be a real Christmas gift.
7. Tea bags and coffee make them feel like you care.
8. Sugar and flour are treats.
9. They fawn over fresh produce donated by farmers and grocery stores.
10. Seeds are cool in Spring and Summer because growing can be easy for some.
11. They rarely get fresh meat.
12. Tuna and crackers make a good lunch.
13. Hamburger Helper goes nowhere without ground beef.
14. They get lots of peanut butter and jelly but usually not sandwich bread.
15. Butter or margarine is nice too.
16. Eggs are a real commodity.
17. Cake mix and frosting makes it possible to make a child’s birthday cake.
18. Dishwashing detergent is very expensive and is always appreciated.
19. Feminine hygiene products are a luxury and women will cry over that.
20. Everyone loves Stove Top Stuffing.
In all the years I have donated food at the Holidays, I bought what I thought they wanted, but have never asked. I am glad I did. If you are helping a Family this Christmas, maybe this can help you tailor it more. It does for me!
(1/54) “We begin in darkness. A siren screams. The invaders come from the desert in a cloud of dust. The king gathers his army at a mountain castle. A single battle decides our fate. The battle burns, the din of drums, the clash of axes, the spark of swords. The dirt turns clay with blood. The sun goes down on a fallen flag. The day is lost. The king is gone. Our people are left defenseless. The only weapon we have left is our voice. So they come for our words. Scholars are murdered, books are burned, entire libraries are turned to dust. Until nothing remains. Not even memories of who we were. Silence. The sun comes up on a knight galloping across the land. He summons the teachers, the scholars, the authors, the thinkers. He tells them to gather the words that remain: the books, the scrolls, the letters, the verses. Everything that escaped the burning pits. Then he summons the sages. The keepers of our oldest myths, from before the written word. He copies their stories onto the page. Then when all has been gathered, all of the words, only then does he summon a poet. It had to be a poet. Because poetry is music. It sinks into the memory. And in this land of endless war, the only safe library is the memory of the people. It is said that at any given time there are one hundred thousand poets in Iran, but only one is chosen. A single poet, for a sacred mission. Put it all in a poem. Everything they’re trying to destroy. The entire story of our people. Our kings. Our queens. Our castles. Our banquets. Our songs and celebrations. Our goblets filled with wine. Our roasted kebabs. Our moonlit gardens. Our caravans of riches: silken carpets, amber, musk, goblets filled with diamonds, goblets filled with rubies, goblets filled with pearls. Our mountains. Our rivers. Our soil. Our borders. Our battles. Our crumbled castles. Our fallen flags. Our blood. Who we were. Who we were! Our culture. Our wisdom. Our choices. And our words. All of our words. Three thousand years of words, a castle of words! That no wind or rain will destroy! However long it takes, put it all in a poem. All of Iran, in a single poem. A torch to rage against the night! A voice to echo in the dark.”
(۱) "در تاریکی آغاز میکنیم. بانگ آژیری برمیخیزد. غارتگران بیابانی در هالهای از گرد و غبار فرا میرسند. شاهنشاه سپاهیانش را پیرامون کاخی کوهستانی گرد میآورد. تکنبردی سرنوشتساز است. سوزندگیهای نبرد، بانگ کوس و دراها، چکاچاک تبرها، درخشش شمشیرها. خاکِ آغشته به خون گِل میشود. خورشید درفش افتاده را به شب میسپارد. نبرد از دست رفته است. پادشاه نیز رفته است. و مردمان بیدفاع ماندهاند. اینک سخن، تنها جنگافزار ماست. زین روست که بر واژگانمان میتازند. دانشمندان را میکشند، کتابها را میسوزانند، کتابخانهها را با خاک یکسان میکنند آنچنان که هیچ نمانَد. حتا یادمانی از آن که بودهایم. خاموشی. خورشید بر سواری که در سرتاسر زمین میتازد پرتوافشان است. اوست که آموزگاران را فرا میخواند، دانشمندان را، نویسندگان را، اندیشمندان را. و از آنان میخواهد تا همهی واژگانِ بازمانده را فراهم آورند. کتابها، طومارها، نامهها، سرودهها. و هر آنچه از شرارههای سوزان آتش دور مانده است. آنگاه فرزانگان را فرا میخواند. نگهبانان اسطورههای کهن، از پیشین زمان. داستانهاشان را بر برگها مینویسند. با فراهم آمدن این همه، هنگام آن رسیده است تا سرایندهای توانا بالا برافرازد، نیزهی قلم برگیرد، سرودههای آهنگینش را چنان بر دلها نشاند که در یادها بمانند. در این سرزمینِ جنگهای بیپایان، تنها کتابخانهی امن، خاطرهی مردمان است. گویند سدهزار شاعر همزمان در ایران میزیند ولی تنها یکیست که از پس این کار سترگ برمیآید. تکشاعری، برای کوششی سپنتا. کسی که همهی واژگان را در شعرش بگنجاند! گنجینهای دور از دستبُرد آنان که در پی نابودیاش هستند. دربرگیرندهی داستان مردمانمان. پادشاهانمان. شهبانوانمان. کاخهامان. سرودها و بزمهایمان. جامهای پر از بادهمان. کبابهای بریانمان. باغهای مهتابیمان. کاروانهای کالاهای گرانبها: فرشهای ابریشمین, عنبر، مُشک، پیمانههای پر از الماس، پیمانههای پر از یاقوت، پیمانههای پر از مروارید. کوهستانمان. رودهامان. خاکمان. مرزهامان. نبردهامان. باروهای ویرانمان. درفشهای بر خاکافتادهمان. خونمان. که بودهایم. که بودهایم! فرهنگمان. خِرَدمان. گزینههامان. و واژگانمان. همهی واژگانمان. هزاران سال واژه، کاخی از واژگان که از باد و باران نیابد گزند! هر اندازه زمان ببرد.همه را در شعرش بگنجاند. همهی ایران را، در سُرودی یگانه. مشعلی خروشنده در سیاهی شب! پژواک بلند و پرطنین آوایی در تاریکی."
Worn by time and nature, the Wichita Mountains loom above the prairie in southwest Oklahoma — a lasting refuge for wildlife. Renowned for its impressive herds of bison, Wichita Mountains Wildlife Refuge also provides excellent recreational opportunities.
Photo by Steven Hunter
When Tina Turner left her first husband - who was also her boss, captor, and brutal tormentor - she snuck out of their Dallas hotel room with a single thought in her mind: "The way out is through the door."
From there she fled across the midnight freeway, semi-trucks careening past her, with 36 cents and a Mobil gas card in her pocket. As soon as she decided to walk out that door, she owned nothing else.
When she filed for divorce, she made an unusual request. She didn't want anything: not the song rights, not the cars, not the houses, not the money. All she wanted was the stage name he gave her - Tina - and her married name - Turner. This was the name by which the world had come to know her, and keeping it was her only chance to salvage her career.
Things could have gone a lot of ways from there. She could have labored in obscurity for decades, maybe making records on small labels to be prized by vinyl connoisseurs in Portland. She could have stayed in Vegas, where she first went to get her chops back up, and worked as a nostalgia act. And, of course, given what she had been through, she might have ... not made it.
What happened instead is that Tina Turner became the biggest global rock star of the 80s. I'm old enough to barely remember this, but if you aren't, it was like this: The Rolling Stones would headline a stadium one day, and the next day it would be Tina Turner. A middle-aged Black woman - she became a rock star at 42! - sitting atop the 1980s like it was her throne.
She managed this because of whatever rare stuff she was made of (this is a woman whose label gave her two weeks to record her solo debut, Private Dancer, which went five times platinum); because she decided to speak publicly about her abusive marriage and forge her own identity, and in doing so give hope and courage to countless women; and also because - in a perhaps unlikely twist for a girl from Nutbush, Tennessee - she had her practice of Soka Gakkai Nichiren Buddhism, to which she credited her survival. She remained devout until the end.
Tina's second marriage - to her, her only marriage - was to Edwin Bach, a Swiss music executive 16 years her junior. Of him, she said, "Erwin, who is a force of nature in his own right, has never been the least bit intimidated by my career, my talents, or my fame."
In 2016, after a barrage of health problems, Tina's kidneys began to fail. A Swiss citizen by then, she had started preparing for assisted suicide when her husband stepped in. According to Tina, he said, "He didn't want another woman, or another life."
He gave her one of his kidneys, buying her the remainder of her time on this earth and perhaps closing a cycle which took her from a man who inflicted injury upon her to a man willing to inflict injury upon himself to save her from harm.
Born into a share-cropping family as Anna Mae Bullock in 1939, she died Tina Turner in a palatial Swiss estate: the queen of rock 'n roll; a storm of a performer with a wildcat-fierce voice; a dancer of visceral, spine-tingling potency and ability; a beauty for the ages; a survivor of terrible abuse and an advocate for others in similar situations; an author and actress; a devout Buddhist; a wife and mother; a human being of rare talent and perseverance who, through her transcendent brilliance, became a legend.
Will Stenberg
As a small and insignificant way of showing some respect, consider reading this piece, which, I think, shows quite well why Keller was a giant in the Biblical + Political + Cultural commentary world.
https://t.co/EgLOeuI1qO
$12.5 million. That's all it's estimated to cost to transfer 500 ppl from living in camps into housing over the next 2 yrs. The bigger headline, IMO is that this is a change the systemic approach for how the City addresses visible homelessness. https://t.co/GnFiHDJhSS