The Solar Eclipse at Jenny´s house and a story about an aurora in the 1980´s and a very enthusiastic father
This is what the solar eclipse looked like at our house today. So very cool.
Both my parents are huge fans of stuff like this and it has rubbed off on me and today I looked at it through a blackend glass.
After roaming though my house in the search for a pieces of glass I finally remembered the glass shelf in my fridge. It worked great. I burnt it on a candle til the soot had turned it partly black. Then I could see the solar eclipse niceley and even get a picture of it.
Below you see something else: my parents in their garden, my favourit picture. I took this at the last Solar Eclpise, we were messing around with different mask to see what gave the best view of the eclipse. I asked them to look at me and they gave me this pose as I took the picture. I love them.
Events like these are so nostalgic to me, when I was a kid my dad would drag us out of the house at night to watch particularly bright stars or rare constallations. He had his own body paint shop and used to work late in his garage, listening to the radio, smoking and looking at stars. If he saw something out of the ordinary he called us too come look. He did not even care if we were in the middle of an episode of Dallas, we had to come out and look.
Once, when I was around 10 yrs old and my sister was 5 yr, he stormed into the livingroom urging us: “Come quick! There is an aurora” This is extremly rare in our part of Sweden, and I have not seen one since. Anyway we all stumbled out in the dark and followed dad to a field with tall grass behind our garage. We were all mesmerized by the beautiful light in the sky. I heard dad say someting to mom about “I think this is what music looks like..” then BAAM – I fell down screaming. I had walked right into a sharp piece of tractor equipment and even though I could not see it I could feel the blood pouring down my leg.
I still have a big ugly scar to prove it. It probably should have been stitched up but since my mom is really hard core she does not belive in going to the hospital unless you really, really have to.
Plus didn´t I mention that Dallas was on?
This is how I filtered the glass.
It was quite cloudy but I could still see the sun.
PS: Remeber the Solar Eclips in Stephen King´s Dolores Claiborne story? Revenge is sweet.
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Så smart det där med att sota en glasskiva med ett stearinljus. Old school cool på något vis. Och hur helt underbart blev inte ditt foto! Med fåglarna som extra betraktare av det hela. Är inte det fotot ett grundämne för ett print, så vet inte jag vad som skulle kunna vara det! Såå vackert.
Haha, och bilden på dina föräldrar, det går aldrig att låta bli att dra på munnen när man ser den. Hur kul liksom?
Och var man inte lite mer hard core med alla sår och blessyrer förr, typ när du var liten, och jag? Har en bestämd känsla av det. Att man alltid gick runt med något asfaltsskrapat knä på sommarhalvåren. Fast din skada lät förstås lite allvarligare. Alla ärren man har, tänker på dem som kroppens minnen.
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