The amateur astronomers are playing with their light-sabers again!
And imagining the best it can be…
With foes ahead, behind us dread,
Beneath the sky shall be our bed,
Until at last our toil be passed,
Our journey done, our errand sped.
We must away! We must away!
We ride before the break of day!
Over The Misty Mountains Cold,
~ J. R. R. Tolkien ~
Yesterday there was so much fog in the city, that we hoped it would throttle the light pollution during our observations. When you hope for the best, sometimes, you get the best.
Clear sky, -9 C degrees and couple of telescopes. What else can we ask for?