Things celestial and flights of fancy

Nature and opportunity, providing a planetary alignment of delightful sensory excess over twenty-four hours on January 15 and 16—embracing the time for two moonrises and a moonset in between.

Mountain moonrise from Del Mar's Torrey Pines ridge

Mountain moonrise from Del Mar’s Torrey Pines ridge

Moon-up on Wednesday evening the 15th.

Then, a quiet gentle moon-down the next morning.

Moonset from the living room deck

Moonset from the living room deck

That Thursday afternoon, embracing the visceral pleasure of taking wing, trike flying with chum Howard in the Anza Borrego desert.  ‘Tis a blessedly breezy affair.  You need elements?  Just extend your hand to your side.

Liftoff

Liftoff

The badlands

The badlands

Low and slow

Low and slow

Sundown's coming

Sundown’s coming

And then, the day over, an hour after sunset, time for another moonrise.  The Cirrus carpet-ride awaiting our return flight to San Diego, posing with the lunar glow as the moon rises over the Santa Rosa mountains and the Bandlands to the east.

Stars, moon glow and the Cirrus

Stars, moon glow and the Cirrus

God does not subtract from man’s allotted time, days spent in blissful giddiness.  My story, and I’m sticking with it.

Arizona Land, Arizona Sky

Cathy, enjoying her SDSU semester break, and finished with all the holiday busyness, implored for a getaway to somewhere, and Lord love her, was wanting to get there via the Cirrus time machine.  We settled on SE Arizona, with the fly-in aerodrome being Libby Army Airfield at Fort Huachuca, where I was stationed for six months before deploying to Viet Nam in the mid sixties.  I hadn’t been back since, and this seemed a perfect destination—high desert, pleasant daytime temperatures with chilly evenings, good hiking and nature emersion, plus generally clear skies for capturing nighttime time-lapse sequences.

Our lodging was a two-bedroom cabin surrounded by tall prairie grass on the western flank of Biscuit Mountain, part of the Whetstone range, some ten miles from equally rural Sonoita, and Elgin, Arizona.  Thunder Mountain Lane gate

Thunder Mountain Lane gate
Terminator twilight

Terminator twilight at Biscuit Mountain

Days were spent hiking and exploring the environs, including trails in the Santa Rita mountains with views back towards the Whetstone and Huachuca ranges.Whetstones & Huachucas

Whetstones & Huachucas
Bear Spring in the Santa Rita mountains

Bear Spring in the Santa Rita mountains

Come the end of the day, and it was time to set up the camera for nighttime time-lapse sequences, using the prairie adjoining our cabin as foreground for the vast panoply of sky.

Sundown—the camera waiting for night time-lapse

Sundown—the camera waiting for night time-lapse

A setting moon in a star-filled Arizona sky

A setting moon in a star-filled Arizona sky

At dawn, the stars rapidly hiding from the sun’s first light, it is worth turning one’s attention to the sunrise of yet another new day’s beauty.

Dawn and our prairie cabin

Dawn and our prairie cabin

Isla Guadalupe White Sharks

Some 200 miles south of San Diego lays Guadalupe Island, justifiably famous as a gathering place for the ocean’s apex predator, the White Shark.  Photo diving is from shark cages, and we were surrounded at times by as many as four mini-van sized whites simultaneously. Stealth technology with teeth, serious teeth.

White shark copy