Early Morning Treasures

 Waking up at 2 in the morning is something usually done out of necessity rather than desire. As you get older, the truth in this statement becomes more and more obvious.

    On this morning, when the alarm sounded I was out of bed in a flash. I put on my glasses and without turning any lights on, went out to the front porch. It was bright outside, the cloud cover was reflecting the lights of the neighborhood and the near-by businesses back to the ground. This was disappointing in more ways than one!

    Going back inside, I turned on the computer and checked a couple weather sites and looked at some satellite views. I then made the decision to get dressed and take a drive up to the Wagman Observatory. I’d take a chance!

    There were two things that prompted me. One was to watch the dual passes of the two space stations orbiting the earth and the other was to view through the telescope, the planet Saturn.

    The first, the passes of the space stations; they are normally seen nightly crossing our skies and rarely at the same time. On this morning, they would appear, from my location, to head towards each other and cross paths only seconds apart!

    The second, Saturn has been hiding behind the sun and only recently reappeared in the morning sky. The Brashear refractor is placed in the observatory in a way that doesn’t allow a low eastern view and so to observe the planet, it has to rise high enough to clear the building. This means either wait a month or two longer, or come up early in the morning and catch it as it nears the meridian.

    Arriving at the hilltop at 3:15, the clouds were still thick but there were a couple dark spots in them. I pulled a chair from inside the building and sat down and relaxed. The sounds of the crickets were the loudest things I could hear. There were no cars going by at this time of the morning. It was extremely pleasant. The howl or cry of a coyote broke in occasionally. I watched the clouds drift by, sometimes lifting my binoculars to check out what looked like a hole. As the clock neared 4 I finally saw some stars, then it was as if the sky just gave up. Looking towards the northwest, I saw clear skies!

    I opened up the roof and prepared the Brashear 11” scope for some observing. My target was in sight, the brightest object in the southern sky, Saturn. It was just past the meridian, the imaginary north-south line that divides the sky. A perfect spot for observing!

    I used a 17mm eyepiece, a favorite of mine. It provides a 243 power view. As always, the view was spectacular. The planet often has a three-dimensional look to it. There were cloud bands visible on the surface of the planet and in the rings; a couple bands could be seen. There was shading on the edge which added to the three-dimensional aspect. On one side of the rings, the shadow of the planet cut through them, showing where the sun sat in relation to the planet. I pulled over a chair and just sat and looked.

    When observing by eye, the longer you look the more you will see. There are times when the view increases in sharpness, times when the air above settles and allows an extremely crisp view. It is these times that make the wait worthwhile. It was quiet… peaceful… and fulfilling.

    A little before 5, I went outside and set up my camera and tripod. According to Heavens-Above.com, the space station passes were due to appear at 5:08. Their paths would intersect around 5:12. The sky was beautiful! The winter constellations were sitting above the eastern horizon. Orion was lying on its side towards the south, Auriga and Gemini were a bit further north. The Pleiades looked wonderful further up in the sky. A couple shots were taken with the camera to determine speed and focus and then I put my hat over the camera to protect the lens from getting any dew on the optics.

    Tiangong was seen first coming out of the west at 5:09, heading almost directly overhead. Looking to the south, I saw the ISS moving towards Orion. Both were bright and easily seen. I went back and forth between them, watching their paths, watching as they neared each other. Looking at the ISS I saw a meteor flash near-by. The pair moved to a point where both were equal distances from the Pleiades. Tiangong entered Auriga and the ISS passed over top of Bellatrix, the shoulder of Orion, getting closer. 

    At 5:12, the ISS passed underneath the approaching Tiangong, the pair missing each other, from my viewpoint, by only a couple seconds. As I watched the pair starting to fade away, another meteor shot through the sky, almost like an exclamation point to what I had just seen!

    It was a great show! I couldn’t help but wonder if the crews on either spacecraft could see the other and exactly, how far apart were they?

    I put the camera gear away and went back into the observatory. I had put a doubler on the scope earlier which brought the power up to 486. I was able to see a couple more moons but there was a loss of sharpness with the increase of power. I removed the doubler and once again, just sat and looked. I find it hard to tire of looking at this planet. I attempted to draw a couple sketches of what I was seeing but my artistic abilities are severely lacking.

    I decided that I should take a look at the Orion Nebula before I left. It has been quite a while since I had looked at that. I loosened the locks on the scope and went to spin it around and I realized that it was useless, the sky had brightened enough that Orion had disappeared! The morning sun was nearing.

    I put things away, docked the scope and then closed the building. By 6, I was on my way back home. It was nice driving home from the observatory in the daylight as compared to the darkness of middle night. It was a great morning session, I felt invigorated and refreshed and ready for the day. What a wonderful way to start a day!

Adventure is Where You Find it!

The day was done. I had spent a fair amount of it working in the yard and as far as I was concerned, it was time to relax.

    Sitting down, I picked up the current book I was reading. Turning to where I had left off I read a chapter or two before dinner.  Afterwards I cleaned the dishes in the sink and went back into the living room to read some more. After a few pages, I started thinking of other things. Reading wasn’t in the game plan for this evening. The TV didn’t interest me. Having spent the day cutting grass and trimming hedges, I wasn’t in the mood for anything strenuous.

    With a trip planned for the next morning, I figured I could go and top off the gas tank. While I was at it, I could take the camera along just in case I saw a train. While tying my shoes, the idea slipped from “just in case” to “I should look for the train!” I slung my camera around my neck and as an afterthought, grabbed the film camera bag as I ran out the door.

    An adventure! Chasing a train is always fun and will get me outside for a while. I usually have a good idea of where the train will be, and I also have a pretty good idea of where it will be stopping. The Carload Express train often stops in Etna to pick-up or drop off cars before continuing north towards Mars and Evans City.

    I am never exactly sure when the train might be coming through my community. It is almost always in the evenings. During this time of year, the summertime, the sun is often still up as it goes by. As the year slips into the winter months and darkness starts coming earlier, the opportunities to catch it lessen.

    I’ll sit beside the tracks in Etna and read a book while waiting for the train. Rt.28 is right above the tracks and the sounds of the trucks, motorcycles and cars pretty much drowns out any other sounds. The road noise is a white noise, after a while it disappears.

    On this evening, I sat for 10 or 20 minutes before the greatest photographer’s skill, patience, left me. I started the car and went to look for the train.

    I joined the traffic on Rt.28 and drove towards the city.  Crossing the river into the far end of the Strip District, I pulled onto a street that parallels the tracks. A signal tower sits alongside the rails and I was happy to see, the light on it was green. The train would be coming soon!

    I parked the car and found a good spot for a photo. Using the film camera, I checked the lighting, set my aperture, focused and composed my shot. Then I waited.

    It didn’t take long, within a few minutes I heard the rumble of the engines, a deep noise you might not notice unless you were listening for it. Then the headlights of the front engine came into view.

    The adrenaline started pumping into my system. I waited until the train was in the proper spot and carefully depressed the shutter button. Quickly winding the film and refocusing, I managed to get another picture before the train was past me.

The train was on tracks that were above me. The locomotives and cars behind them could be seen, along with the Bloomfield Bridge which sat off in the distance. 

    I got into the car and went to another spot, a place I had considered on my way over. At this location, the train is starting onto a curved bridge leading to the span that crosses the river. Because of the curve and the bridge ahead, the train goes slowly, enabling me to get into position and to get a fairly sharp picture with the film camera. The setting sun was shining on the train allowing me to use a smaller f-stop and get a little more depth of field. I took two more photos. 

    I drove through Lawrenceville and then re-crossed the river into Etna. I returned to where I was earlier in the evening. It was now past 8 and the sun had slipped below the hills in the west.

    Using the digital camera I was able to increase the ISO to allow a deeper depth of field and a shorter exposure time, not to mention the pictures could be in color! Taking pictures here would be no problem.

    Walking down the line a bit to a spot I hadn’t been to before, I lined up my shot. Then I searched for that all important photographic skill that had left me an hour before, patience. 

    I heard the whistle first and then saw the lights of the engine shining on the rails. The train was slowing, there was no doubt that it would be stopping to exchange some cars this evening. I was positioned just past the siding that they would be using. The engines passed me and came to a stop. After the switchman had disconnected the engines from the rest of the train, it pulled up past the switch and the switchman unlocked and flipped it. Then the engines backed into the siding to collect their cars.

    Watching the train back into the siding, I decided that I had enough of trains for this evening. It was time to head home. This adventure was over. Back at the house I loaded the digital pictures onto my computer. While appraising my pictures I heard the train passing the crossing below my house as it continued north. The rumble of the cars could be heard for a while and then silence returned.

    I was ready for bed now, pretty sure that a good night’s sleep awaited me. There was a road trip scheduled for the next day. We would be visiting bookstores, searching for books rather than trains.

    Remember, adventures are all around us, they are everywhere, all we have to do is recognize them. Who knows where or when the next one will be?  

Rain on the Roof

 A heavy rain was falling during the drive to Church this morning. Thankfully there was an umbrella in the back of the car. It would definitely be needed!

    Inside the Church, I listened to the sounds created by the pounding storm. It was a noise that filled the nave. While it was loud and intense, it was also relaxing, comforting and soothing. I felt safe and secure, even as the thunder rumbled around us.

    The rain blended in nicely with the organ music and the opening hymn and then tapered off as the Mass began. It increased every so often, almost as if to accentuate the importance of the various parts of the Mass.

    I will never forget a Mass I attended at St. Bonaventure Church. A thunderstorm was beating against the walls and roof of the Church. The sky outside was dark, lightning bolts lighting it up, showing the parishioners inside how strong the storm was. At the consecration, as the Priest lifted up the Host, a lightning bolt flashed and immediately afterwards, thunder shook the Church. It felt as if God Himself was showing us the importance of this portion of the Mass! It sent shivers through me as I’m sure it did to others in the congregation.

    At Mass during another thunderstorm, the power went out plunging the Church into darkness. The Mass continued, the Priest's voice no longer amplified but yet still discernible. Lightning illuminating the stained glass behind the altar and rolling thunder added to the beauty of the Mass. We sang without any accompaniment. It became another Mass that has stuck in my memory.

    While not an experience of thunder and lightning, I remember a Mass when a bird kept flying in front of the stained glass. While it wasn’t a dove, I couldn’t help but think of the Holy Spirit as the shadows glided back and forth across the windows above the altar. Another time I was attending an outside Mass being held in a parishioner’s yard. As the Mass was being celebrated, a couple rabbits hopped over and sat nibbling at the grass behind the altar, almost as if they were there for the Mass also. Little things such as these stick in my mind, perhaps they happen for a purpose!

    Sitting in the car after Mass, the rain still pounding on its roof, I sat and just listened. Soon my car was the only one left in the lot. It didn’t bother me; I was in a happy place.

    I always find going Mass comforting, a visit with my Maker, our Creator. There is friendship at Church; there is family along with spiritual fulfillment. Every so often, nature adds to it, making it an even better experience!