The morning was relatively mild and sunny and, out of curiosity, we set off for Medina to see their annual Ice Festival. We arrived fairly early with no vendors open, no demonstrations running. The town square was, however, ringed by ice sculptures. Most of the sculptures were pretty clearly business-oriented, featuring the name and logo of the sponsoring company; well done, but, well, let’s say lacking artistic purity. A minority of sponsors let beautiful creations represent them with only a name tag advertising their names. One massive work, a bench with a huge “winter” face as its back, represented the show itself. Sun back-lit many of our favorites, the clear, frosty, cut, and etched ice showing off its carved detail in shining, wet brilliance — air temperature was just enough above freezing to let the sculptures thaw a bit!
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Sunday dawned clear and cold. Thanks to Her most excellent recipe and cooking skills, we enjoyed a fine breakfast of waffles and maple syrup. Because the morning was so fine, we took off for a visit and walk at the Cleveland Metroparks Zoo. We arrived just at opening, easily found parking close to the entrance, and began our stroll.
Being early, the middle of winter, and a Sunday morning, few other humans were to be seen. Many of the usual animal greeters were nowhere to be seen. We reached the new Elephant Crossing facilities and decided to go indoors and see the residents. The experience was wonderful.
Though built like a set out of Jurassic Park, the elephant barn was clean, warm, and had the scent of fresh hay. The tusked residents were lined up, each in his or her own stall, facing outward. On the other side of the enclosure cables was a line of keeper/trainers, one for each animal.
The trainers quietly called out commands, lightly tapping their charges with long cane sticks, and the huge animals responded. Sometimes the elephants would turn around, then stop. Sometimes they raised their trunks. All the while the zoo residents munched on fresh bales of hay. Frequently treat wafers were tossed into huge mouths requested open by trainers. The exercises were not for show; they were valuable interactions designed to keep the giant creatures connected with their people and manageable for common and important tasks. Elephants smoothly moved from enclosure to enclosure, as remotely-controlled heavy partition doors glided open or shut with an echoing metallic boom. We left, smiling, to continue our walk.
Along the pathways we saw kangaroos out in their grassy enclosure, the green dotted with patches of snow. Appropriately, we watched antlered reindeer grazing in their snowy run and wolves patrolling their wooded home. When we reached the outdoor lion enclosure we were surprised and delighted to find an African lion lounging in the now-midday sunshine, enjoying a little snack. “Leo” was licking and gnawing on some other animal’s leg bone.
After lunch we went home. The winds rose. The clouds rolled in. And it snowed. No more sunshine. No more pretty green grass. It was a zooy Sunday.
We spent a comfortably cool afternoon strolling around Peninsula, Ohio taking in the winter scenery and visiting our favorite shops. I shot a decent number of winter/snow photos with my little G11, having neglected to bring out the “big guns.” Among the pictures was this one… pruned roses protruding from beneath the snow. Those plants return winter’s sting!
A couple of days can make a tough week! On Wednesday I showed up at the office in the afternoon, expecting to stay an hour or three late to complete a system migration and movement of a large shared file on our staff’s server. I drove home at 4:00 AM Thursday, got maybe 45 minutes of rest after being awake for about 23 hours, then headed back into the office for about another eight hours on the job. While I don’t much like working all night, I was pretty pleased our users saw no interruption in services. Such is the lot of the “IT guy” — if you do your job right and everything works well, you labor in anonymity; if you blow it, everybody knows your name! So I guess I’m strangely pleased nobody knows I did anything. I got a solid six hours of sleep last night and went in today for an easy four hours this morning. As I headed out, I was treated to a glorious sunrise and, though in a hurry to get to work and make a final adjustment to the systems, I felt the need to stop, look, and picture. Welcome to the weekend!
The world around us seemed obsessed with finding “Black Friday” deals. Shoppers camped out at the doors of discount department stores and big electronics retailers around the area and across the country. Shopping mall parking lots were packed with cars. Everywhere a seeming retail feeding frenzy as customers sought amazing savings on items they wanted … most likely not as holiday gifts. In our area the sky became cloudless and intensely blue and the temperatures moderated into the upper-50s (F), an astonishingly beautiful day following on the heels of typical wet and chilly November weather. On our post-Thanksgiving holiday day off, we saw far greater value and sense in visiting the F.A. Seiberling Nature Realm. It was heartening to see many families sharing our appreciation of the beautiful day outdoors, rather than under the roof of a shopping mall. It may have been a big day of shopping for many others but it was no Black Friday here!
I had to deal with thin clouds and a late-arriving Moon Saturday night; things turned out well, however, and included surprises.
I’d feared clouds that made Jupiter hazy looking and most stars invisible would mess up the view. Between the excellent telescope and Jupiter’s size and brilliance we were given delightful views of the giant world. The equatorial cloud belts were nicely defined and there were glimpses of additional bands north and south of them. I also got my first confirmed sighting of the Great Red Spot … it was faint and intermittent but really there. We were also treated to the slow progress of Jupiter’s moon Io moving closer to the planetary disk and begin its transit. Shortly after Io began its crossing in front of Jupiter it was visible against the south equatorial belt before it disappeared into the planet’s glare. I’d hoped to see Io’s shadow on Jupiter’s cloud tops but seeing conditions deteriorated later in the evening.
Unfortunately I’d made a mistake back in judging when Earth’s Moon would be visible to us this night … back in January or February when I was making up the schedule. Visitors climbed high on the ladder with the telescope nearly horizontal to get a look at the Moon. What they saw was an orange-tinged orb shining hazily through clouds and obscured by the naked branches of a neighbor’s tree. Sill, they could see the lunar seas and craters and many said they appreciated the moodiness! That’s making the best of a sad situation.
By closing time the Moon had risen much higher, clear of clouds and trees. Only a professor from Kent State University and a student from one of his classes were still under the dome with me. I aimed the ancient nine-inch refractor at the Moon, changed to my favorite vintage eyepiece for lunar observing (a fist-sized, low-powered piece of brass and glass) and let them take a look. The professor, also a very experienced observational astronomer, remarked over and over about the wonderful quality of the view he was getting. He said the 110-year-old instrument was delivering the finest views of the Moon that he had enjoyed in 40 years of observing, and that made my night!
I did not build or donate the observatory’s telescope. Nor have I completed restoration of the telescope’s finish and mechanical drive. The optics are the thing, however, and I’ve always said the telescope’s best and highest purpose is its continued use in astronomy. Entertaining and educating visitors of all ages and thrilling seasoned astronomers is pretty cool.
After my last guests departed I pulled out my little Canon PowerShot camera to try and capture the view of the Moon that had so thrilled a few minutes earlier. It’s tricky to do this, especially handheld, but sometimes the “afocal” technique works: you hold the camera to the eyepiece, about where your eye would go to look through, get the image perfectly centered and focused, and trip the shutter. I was rewarded this time with some very nice pictures to help remember the occasion.
A busy and stressful week awaits me at work and I know I’ll wistfully look at the Moon photo more than a few times as relief. Though battered, the Moon endures to shine as, perhaps, can we.
Today we enjoyed one of the finest days autumn has had to offer. Mild temperatures (for fall) in the 50s or low 60s (F), gorgeous blue skies, warming sunshine, and the last of the fall colors. After a leisurely start to the day we headed out to Garrettsville for lunch and a visit to the Shaker Tree shop. Shaker Tree, last weekend, was a feast of home decor items on a Halloween and autumn theme. During the week, however, the store was transformed to Christmas! To understand the magnitude of the work involved in the transformation, one would need to visit the shop and see the many hundreds (maybe more) of individual items on the floor, tables, shelves, and walls. Nearly all of the previous season’s unsold stock had to be wrapped, padded, boxed, and stored. A similar number of winter and holiday season items needed to be brought in, unboxed, unpadded, unwrapped, and put on display. The work was all done in the space of a few days and by a very small staff, folks that were present (bleary-eyed and exhausted) to open the store today. She Who Must Be Obeyed enjoyed a good shop but successfully resisted temptation (today) to purchase anything but a lovely glass ornament. I picked out a nice bag of caramel corn.
With the weather too good to waste being indoors, we drove a short distance to Nelson’s Ledges State Park. The place is known for its dramatic, tumbled outcroppings of conglomerate rock covered in algae, mosses, ferns, and with trees clinging on to shallow pockets of earth or the very face of the exposed rock. The sedimentary layers are often, maybe usually, tilted and the rocks have split and separated forming canyons, passages, and caves. It’s a very dramatic site in the middle of rolling farmland. I had brought along my camera and was having a hard time choosing what to shoot next, seeming to stop more than walk. The idea was, after all, to walk a bit. I think. As we haltingly hiked along the trail at the eastern edge of the ledges, we ran into areas where water was running down from the rocks and into woodland soil. At first it was no real problem. Then we encountered boggy areas.
We stopped when we reached a spot where we saw no trail blazes but saw plenty of wet and mud. Rather than re-trace our path and cross a couple of mucky areas, we went downhill and sought an easy way to get on the paved road and walk back to the parking lot. The roadside ditch had steep banks and water in the trench so we walked parallel to the road seeking a shallow spot. I was lower on the slope, scouting, and She was a bit higher. I called out I had encountered a little mud and stopped for a moment. She kept moving and soon found herself stepping deeper, then stumbling into dark, black, stinking muck that had been covered by innocent-looking dry leaves! Her left foot must have sunk a foot deep before she escaped the mire! There was little I could do but try and scramble up the hill, through the brush, and grab her hand to keep her upright and haul her out. Nope, it didn’t even seem funny at the time, and that’s a good thing… I didn’t need to hold back laughter to preserve domestic tranquility! Eventually we found a place where we could cross the ditch and stroll to our car on smooth, dry asphalt.
Looking back, it was a fine day out enjoying sunshine, lovely sights, fresh air, no injuries, and a wee adventure.
A foggy morning made for beautifully moody scenes at Hinckley Lake. The first scene of many that caught my eye was of two empty picnic tables resting amongst autumn leaves on the shore overlooking the lake. I strolled along the path gathering images as I went: ghostly lines of trees seen through the mists; lovely groves of trees with soft light infused from above. Though engrossed in the lovely views of muted color and shadowy trees along the shore, a spot of color trailside caught my eye: Two clumps of fungi were growing at the base of an oak, both dripping with heavy dew. Slimy, perhaps, but their glistening beauty kept my attention for some time. The morning’s quiet beauty made for a welcome respite.













