The beauty of the mechanics of the universe, one of God’s greatest miracles.
Since I was six years old, during the 1970 event, I have wanted to see a total eclipse of the sun. On Monday, that dream came true. Words have largely failed me since, but as part of my new blogging plan of taking my tweet storms and Facebook posts and archiving them here, I’ll try to sum up.
I did not take the photos above. I know just enough about photography to know that astronomical photos are tricky and just enough about astronomy to know that the solar corona is especially hard to capture. So I decided long in advance to simply watch.
And dude, Total Eclipse is a band you gotta see live.
Since seeing the eclipse, I have not been in the mood to Facebook fight about counterproductive political crap, and I’m trying to keep that euphoria going. Though politics, as always, came up even on Eclipse Day.
If you’re frantically trying to buy eclipse glasses right now, you’ll understand why 30 day registration deadlines reduce voter turnout.
— sean. (@SeanMcElwee) August 21, 2017
Donald Trump, squinting at partially eclipsed sun without protective lenses, proves himself to be an utter incompetent, jackass, and fool. pic.twitter.com/fG9iosnok1
— DPRK News Service (@DPRK_News) August 21, 2017
But Twitter’s winner for the day without question was The Boss:
Remember to wear proper glasses today when viewing the #SolarEclipse. You don’t want to get… https://t.co/mNJPZwPIz4
— Bruce Springsteen (@springsteen) August 21, 2017
I missed the first day of early voting for the school election:
#Eclipse instructions to mark your ballot: “Draw a moon completely covering up the sun next to the candidate of your choice” attn @jcauditor
— John Deeth (@johndeeth) August 21, 2017
(Don’t worry, I got voted on Wednesday.)
So the eclipse was everything I wanted and more, and now I’m trying to choose a spot for April 8. 2024. I’m thinking Cleveland and the Rock And Roll Hall Of Fame. Maybe Bruce will loan me some eclipse shades.