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!
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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.
Just a quick post to record the results of Tasha’s exam and blood test from last Friday. The test was the final post-procedure followup for Tasha regarding her Iodine-131 treatment for hyperthyroidism. Our cat weighed in at a healthy 8.4 pounds, her longstanding tummy troubles (once diagnosed as inflammatory bowel disease) seem to have ended, her oral health appears better, and her coat is full and thick as it once was. Her thyroid hormone level tested at 2.7 with the normal range being 1.9 to 4.8 — excellent! Dr. B., phoning us with the blood results, said “Tasha’s hunky-dory!” We agree.
Today was “our” day. Whereas recently weekends have either been paid work or, more often, prep work for sale of Mom-In-Law’s house, today was ours. Of course it was cloudy, chilly, rainy, and breezy but sometimes that’s not such a bad thing. At any rate, that was the day we were dealt. We spent the morning shopping: I have had to discard several shirts lately so I picked up three replacements. The discarded shirts in question were fraying a bit at the collar and had even developed holes in the left elbows. I must prop up my head on my left hand way more than I know! Lunch at the mall and we headed out to Root Candles in Medina. If one were studying retail merchandising and display, Root Candles is a place to go for good examples. We enjoy the look and scent of the place; its welcoming and warm atmosphere always comfort. I looked around and soaked up the atmosphere; She Who Must be Obeyed bought a bunch of their high-quality candles, made in the very old factory attached to the store. I really would have liked to have set up a camera and shot gobs of photos of the way light plays on the beautiful candle holders and home decor items but, with a sigh and an eye toward budget preservation (She bought a bunch of candles), we left. Enjoying the drive through the moody countryside and watching the dramatic skies, I asked Her to pull over on a county road adjacent to a soybean field. The field, a line of trees in the distance, brooding clouds above, all came together to make a beautiful image. My trusty Canon PowerShot G11 in hand, I recorded the scene. A little reminder of Our Day.
It was a very blustery day. Any autumn leaf that was thinking about dropping to the ground had its decision made for it by 15- to 30-mile-per-hour winds. Early in the day it was dreary and overcast. Later, openings appeared between the clouds. We were on our way home from a bit of shopping –She needed new jeans– and decided to make a quick stop at Hinckley Lake. Spots of sun drifted over the color-dappled trees and whorls of ripples spread on the surface of the water as the wind drove through the valley. I had my little Canon PowerShot G11 with me and so made some photos. The stop was brief but beautiful. Robbing a bit from the joy of the moment was discovering the cozy little boat rental and outdoors shop, the Hinckley Lake Boathouse, was going out of business. Stepping inside we found the shop nearly empty and a lone employee idly minding the cash register. {I hope to learn more of the circumstances but it sounds like Cleveland Metroparks may have chosen to not renew the owner’s lease and will take over the property.}
During the past few years I have been enjoying making photographs of dragonflies. Though I sometimes see them in unexpected places, I usually travel to nearby ponds and still, small lakes to find the gossamer-winged beauties. Today we spent on errands, traveling all about shopping for groceries, looking in on contractors preparing mom-in-law’s house for sale, buying a new office chair for She Who Must Be Obeyed. Arriving back at home, walking ’round the bend to our house what should I see but a big, beautiful dragonfly perched at eye-level, just to the left of our screen door! I hesitated a bit thinking the big insect would take flight as soon as I approached but no, it stayed put! I was carrying several items so I set them down on the porch, took my trusty G11 from its pouch, set it for macro and moved it. The dragonfly stayed put, even wiped its eye as I lined up shot after shot! Once I was sure I’d gotten as good images as I could, I slowly stretched out my finger and touched the resting flyer’s abdomen. Still, it stayed put! Our visitor stayed in place until I tried to place a piece of white paper under its wing in order to photograph the intricate details then off it went… but only about six feet higher on the same wall. Such a welcome visitor; it’s as if it knew it would be appreciated.
PS – Not long after this, we spotted the resident garter snake sunning itself among the barberry hedges. Hopefully the neighbors will leave mister snake alone.

Against a backdrop of sunshine and blue skies storm clouds build. Not long after this image was recorded, the rain began.
We made a little trip to Hiram on Saturday to check on the Observatory. It has been stormy and wet lately and the office dehumidifier must be emptied to prevent overflow. Along the way we had a small adventure. For the past few days we’ve been experiencing periods of partly-cloudy skies interrupted by rain and thunderstorms. We would sometimes see the clouds building as they moved towards us, their bottoms darkening as if heavy with water; then the rains would come. Though it had not rained much near our home this day, in Portage County the situation was much different. A storm had parked itself over the area and, for a couple of hours, drenched the landscape. As we traveled the rolling route south to Hiram we encountered several areas where gravel had washed across the road… sure sign of recent local flooding. Next we came to a low spot where we slowed to a crawl to safely drive through standing water several inches deep. Not long after that we saw red and blue police lights in the middle of the road ahead. There was a gap in the road, edge to edge, a couple of feet across where the asphalt pavement was missing entirely. We detoured and arrived safely in Hiram where all seemed damp but otherwise normal. Duties done we headed for nearby Garrettsville and their excellent Subway restaurant (I mean it, nice people and consistently the best Subway sandwiches we’ve enjoyed). The shop has a front door on the village’s main street and a back door that opens to an extensive deck system that runs along a mill stream through the center of town.

The view looking south from a pedestrian bridge over an old mill dam in downtown Garrettsville, Ohio. On the left, water floods the town's old mill spillway.
After lunch we stepped out on to the deck and were greeted with surprising sights and sounds — the usually quiet stream flowing gently over an old dam was a raging torrent of brown water tearing through the rock and building-lined channel.

The view looking north from a road bridge in downtown Garrettsville, Ohio. The stream crashes over submerged rocks as it rushes towards us in this picture.
The rushing water roared so as to cause us to shout to be heard; it crashed and tumbled over submerged rocks, and careened down, under and past the town’s new bridge. The sight and commotion drew locals to stop, park their cars on nearby streets, and lean over bridge railings to take in the sights and sounds. Yet as we finally left Garrettsville on our drive homeward, we soon exited areas where there had been tremendous rainfall … as if all was right with the rest of the world. It was a surprising Saturday.












