Tuesday, 27 November 2012

Refocus


Step back to refocus
and see wood become tree
A twisting of meaning
but one that suits me

From sun to moon

Another great gloaming as in one direction the sun sets while in the opposite direction the moon rises


Who needs words?

Monday, 26 November 2012

Friday, 23 November 2012

Her name is Delta 3

Dear daughter was Codename "Delta 3" for two long days and nights at an RAF base in England, which began with her getting shouted at in an unflattering jump suit while she achieved near impossible tasks, and ended with her in a long red ball gown eating posh food and drinking port with smartly uniformed male officers while toasting the Queen. She does squeeze some variety into her life. Looks like that Spitfire's wing nearly took her head off as it landed. And no, she is not in the RAF and has no intention of being so. I think I only get told what she's up to on a "need to know" basis, which doesn't cover a lot.

Image courtesy of The Royal Air Force

Wednesday, 21 November 2012

Burnt out

Don QuiScottie is tired, consumed, burnt out, meantime...

Bereft


Tuesday, 20 November 2012

The verdict of a visitor who has seen enough

Spaceship Earth?
A ship of fools
Fools of opinion
from nonsensical schools
What rubbish they speak
What mad belief
What blindness to ignorance
What delusions they seek
No point discussing
or writing or reading
as they anti-evolve
with intelligence receding
I'm done, I'm gone, I've had some fun
I'll find somewhere better
around some other sun

Turbulent Tuesday

Many people upstream from me were flooded out of their homes yesterday and today we have heavy rainstorms mixed with blue sky and bright sunshine, all blown from one to the other by a wild wind. Fortunately the fields should take the overflow if our stream rises too high.

Monday, 19 November 2012

A world caught in amber

Some colour persists

Antigravity night ride

A fast sweep around at very low level late at night. I think I'm getting good. Aileen says I can go solo next time, although that is possibly only because her little nerves can't take it any more...

Saturday, 17 November 2012

Curvature

So many wishes


So much superstition

And...

 after first posting that image all those wishes reminded me of something...


The Hubble Deep Field views of many ancient galaxies (photo by NASA), back to 13.3 billion light years away



The farthest known galaxy in the universe... is observed (as it was) 420 million years after the big bang, when the universe was 3 percent of its present age of 13.7 billion years. (Credit: NASA, ESA, M. Postman and D. Coe (STScI), and the CLASH Team)
Funny how looking at coins in a wishing well took my thoughts so far.

Friday, 16 November 2012

Leaving

Reflection on blue copper


And here is what it looks like from outside of the glass. Quite different, but both nice.

Thursday, 15 November 2012

Antigravity Grade 2 - Controlled spin


I am getting better. It works by sucking in and spitting out time and space, the asymmetry depending on the direction of rotation with respect to the galactic plane. Very confusing until you get the hang of it. A couple of passing cyclists got sucked in too and ended up 20 seconds younger than when they went in and a millimeter wider, but no real harm done. The key thing is to then spin back in the opposite direction, so that you end up with your age and size unchanged overall, but the cyclists had gone before I did that. Will they notice a millimeter of tightening in the lycra? Fortunately the thing is fitted with dual controls so Aileen was ready to take over if I spun out of control and we just kept on getting bigger and bigger and younger and younger, or smaller and smaller and older and older. I did fancy giving that a go just for a laugh but she insisted it would end up as no laughing matter. Once I get to fly solo we can expect some fun though.