January, or was it February, star trails

The amateur astronomers are playing with their light-sabers again!

Star-trails

Standing in front of the world

And imagining the best it can be…

Nothing up there

Above all

…
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 ~

Shooting stars and stuff

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?