August Supermoon
In keeping with my earlier resolution that I will update this blog regularly, here goes another post. This time, the picture is of the “supermoon” from yesterday evening. Enjoy!
In keeping with my earlier resolution that I will update this blog regularly, here goes another post. This time, the picture is of the “supermoon” from yesterday evening. Enjoy!
Hello folks! It’s been a while since I posted something here. Currently I’m fairly busy happily hopping from one side of the island (of Gozo) to the other shooting a short film. (Yes, that’s right, I’m trying my hand at moving pictures). This photo is a still from tonight while I was getting some footage for the said film. It
How many experiences this place has brought to me! How many challenges, opportunities, hurdles, and fun. The last three years in Oxford have quite simply been some of the best of my life – and scribbling these few words conjure up the warmest of memories – and I haven’t even left yet! It is a strange place, Oxford. You arrive
I was on my way back home when a friend of mine texted me to let me know that the moon looked particularly interesting this evening. And indeed, right behind me the moon was peeping from behind some splendid Altocumulus floccus clouds. I spent the next half an hour or so waiting for cars to pass by so that I
I presume that last Saturday, at about 3am local (Maltese) time, most people were fast asleep, unaware of a magnificent spectacle going on above their heads. Jupiter and its moons slowly disappeared from the skies, as our own moon glided steadily in front of them, thus occulting the Jovian system, starting with icy Europa and and volcanic Io, then Jupiter
At long last, I’ve taken a new picture. This evening was particularly cold, at least according to my perception, although I maintain that 2degC should be deemed cold by anyone. Anyway, I was on my way back home from college when I was met by the sight of Jupiter and the moon staring back at me from behind Tom Tower.
It is 1am. You are tired and about to leave for home. But when you’re met with such a scene (and you also happen to suffer from the condition known as obsessive photographic disorder) you simply sigh and resign to the calling. You slowly take out your camera and the reluctant side of you tells you that you’re crazy because