Spaceships and parrots
Here a few sketchbook pages from this year’s first week-and-a-half. There are spaceships and parrots.
Here a few sketchbook pages from this year’s first week-and-a-half. There are spaceships and parrots.
Spent the week at our summer house in Sandefjord, celebrated my father’s 77th birthday and got a rare visit from my older sister and badass nieces.
Stunning photos from the Apollo missions, and the story of how the Hasselblads were “astronaut-proofed”.
Not everyone was up in arms about the moon being “invaded” and “exploited for television”.
Worth going to see? I can well believe it.
Worth seeing? Mneh! I once rode through a desert
and was not charmed: give me a watered
lively garden, remote from blatherersabout the New, the von Brauns and their ilk, where
on August mornings I can count the morning
glories where to die has a meaning,
and no engine can shift my perspective.
Worth going to see? I can well believe it.
Worth seeing? Mneh! I once rode through a desert
and was not charmed: give me a watered
lively garden, remote from blatherersabout the New, the von Brauns and their ilk, where
on August mornings I can count the morning
glories where to die has a meaning,
and no engine can shift my perspective.
Pestered my partner M with a pair of binoculars recently, pointing at the night sky going: “holy MOLY that’s JUPITER and you can see four of its MOONS and they’re all in a ROW! Don’t go to bed yet, you gotta SEE this!” Thanks to this handy moon guide, I now know we saw Ganymede, Callisto, Io and Europa, and can also bother M with: “WHOA did you know there are TWO HUNDRED AND THREE MOONS in our solar system!?”