Rosary for Mons

I opened the office curtains this morning and … pow!
So I dragged the Sony RX100 and the iPhone SE out to have a digital peek.

OK, with my lefty snark in the books, how about this?

The iPhone SE’s camera gave the light a slightly less mind-boggling tone.

This is what we woke up to this morning — one of the most fabulous, otherworldly skies it has been my privilege to witness.

I’m just an old Zen atheist, heretic, and equal-opportunity blasphemer, but if I were of a more religious bent, I might think that somebody with some weight up there said a rosary for Mons.

And seeing as how it’s snowing now, I’d say I’m getting mine, too.


19 Responses to “Rosary for Mons”

  1. khal spencer Says:

    We had a sky like that this morning too. I got up a little before seven and there was this amazing reddish-orange glow to the sky. Not being as spiritual as you were this morning, all I thought of was “wow, change of weather/storm moving in sky and its really beautiful”.

    I couldn’t stop thinking about Mons yesterday. Its not even like I read all that much of his stuff on LUG. It was that angelic picture of him and a couple of the short clips I found online. Like most of the priests I have met through my life, he seemed like a cool guy. I never managed to meet up with one of the weirdos who can’t be trusted around children.

    Also, only the second or third person who The Bug knocked off that I have had to think about. Someone in my AD hit the silk a couple weeks ago.

    • Patrick O'Grady Says:

      We get up at stupid-thirty, and when I pulled the curtains back after coffee and toast it was like that all the way around the house. I’ve seen some stunning color in one direction or another, but never everywhere at once.

      This was after some truly hideous morning dreams, which swamped me sometime between 4:50 a.m. and 5:30.

      We had some of the sprinkler-system bits replaced yesterday, and I dreamed that I went into the back yard to check on the crew’s progress and some white dude with a watch cap, long-sleeved shirt and vest, and shorts (?) tells me, “Another 15 minutes at $2 an hour.” I see all these long black bags leaning up against the cinder-block wall, and figuring they’re yard waste, I go to drag them to the curb when it strikes me that they’re body bags. Hijo, madre.

      Next thing I know I’m on a bike barreling downhill toward a major, signal-controlled intersection that feels like Tramway, but looks more like Maizeland to Academy in Bibleburg, only with the right-turn cutout you see all along Tramway. I can tell I’m going too fast to make that turn, especially since my brakes aren’t working, which leaves me with no choice but to blaze right through the intersection, where it seems none of the traffic lights are working either.

      And that’s when I woke up.

      All’s I can say is, don’t have posole and chipotle chicken tacos with guacamole, all at the same time, for dinner.

      • khal spencer Says:

        I get those weird dreams when I am looking at a major event. Back when I was trying to decide whether to quit NROTC, I woke up in a sweat after a dream where I was riding my motorcycle full speed directly at a cliff. A few days before my dissertation defense, I dreamed that a big guy in a hunting shirt was creeping up on my bedside so I attacked him. I woke up having barrelled through my full size dresser and was clubbing my bedside lamp to a pulp on the floor.

        I’ve had a few weird dreams about work, grad school, and the like this year as I have been contemplating retirement but so far kicked that can down the road along with the dreams.

        Maybe its just good self-shrink practice to think about them.

    • Dale Says:

      I would like to say that the sky weeps blood for a good man, but that is a stupid response.

      The sky does what the sky always does.

      The sky reflects or indicates what the Earth has in mind for us tomorrow or for the next few days.

  2. Pat O'Brien Says:

    One half inch of rain down here. Not enough, but not bad. Nice pix! Is the Sony behaving itself? I haven’t played with mine in months. I need to pull it out and try it again. I was having problems with focusing in the intelligent auto (green) mode. Especially when the subject is backlit.

    Returning to source is serenity.

    • Patrick O'Grady Says:

      Paddy me boyo, the Sony is still doing whatever the hell it wants to do. The random power up/power down nonsense seems to have eased up a bit since I sprung for a new battery, following some online advice, but it’s still a crapshoot trying to get a reliable pic out of the goddamn thing.

      These days I mostly shoot with the iPhone SE. I’m not doing any pro work, after all, so it’s not like I need some disco shooter. But I kinda want one. I’ve been looking at the Canon SL3 and Nikon D5600.

      • Pat O’Brien Says:

        That stinks buddy. I also think I will stick with Canon. Our little Digital Elph, about 6 or 7 years old, has been dropped more than once and still works fine. And, it is damn handy with its small size and long battery life. I think you talked me into the Sony now that I think about it.

        • Patrick O'Grady Says:

          Ayuh, I believe I did urge the Sony upon you. A thousand I’m-sorries. I was impressed early on, but jeez, I’ve never had a decent camera go south so fast with such light treatment. I’ve got dented and scraped Canons that still work reliably, if unimpressively (not unlike myself).

          I’ve been thinking about a Nikon D5600 — my pro-shooter buddy Casey B. Gibson uses Nikons — but the whole industry is in chaos thanks to the smartphone and I don’t know as I want to throw several hundy into that particular loo at the moment.

  3. Shawn Says:

    I slept in until dark thirty was long gone. It has to do with the lovely morning dredge that broods in the sky above our heads all gray and gloomy like. But I’m confident that Mons is doing his best with the spectacular – It takes Santa Claus a long time to deliver those presents too. Or perhaps in his Mons way, he is carefully crafting his weather-scape intent into a lengthy diatribe that will give us wonderment all.

    As was indicated previously, it is unique that some of the finest people I have known have been priests. I knew one quite well in Hawaii. He taught at the University in Hilo and I was a student of his. My Mom had flown over and we were invited to his home for a very pleasant and memorable Hawaiian Thanksgiving.

    When I have those dreams about riding with no brakes, I’m typically riding down Mammoth’s Kamikaze downhill (on a bike typical of that era). Red lights and cars aren’t the fear. It’s the launch off the cliff into oblivion.

    • khal spencer Says:

      I suspect thts launch off the cliff into the unknown is a common dream motif when one is wondering about the future.

    • Patrick O'Grady Says:

      I had this recurring dream when we got transferred from Ottawa down to Randolph AFB outside San Antone. I was 8 or thereabouts, and we’d already moved at least four times that I can document: from Glen Burnie, Md., to Falls Church, Va., to friggin’ Canada, where people talked funny, eh, and then to Texas, which seemed like a whole other country and then some. People talked funny there too.

      We were settled in officers’ quarters on Main Circle, a big ol’ stucco two-story, tile-roofed deal with bedrooms upstairs. Stairs from the ground level hit a landing halfway up and then reversed direction to the second level.

      So the dream was I would rise up out of my bed and fly like Casper the Friendly Ghost out of my room, hang a hard right and float down the stairs to the landing, hang a hard left, and finally drift straight down the second flight of stairs and through the heavy wooden front door … without opening it. Right through the sonofabitch like Casper. Always woke up before I got to see what was on the other side.

      And yet they wondered why I took all those darned drugs when we moved again, this time to Colorado. Just trying to see what’s on the other side of that goddamned door, is all.

      • Shawn Says:

        Knock, knock on heaven’s door.

        Let’s hope you don’t get to open it for many more years and words of wisdom.

      • khal spencer Says:

        Dreams…I had this therapist, Rene Tillich, back in Honolulu. I would write down those dreams and we would talk them through. Having a great shrink in those days, as well as a great health plan through the U of Hawaii, was priceless. I had so many devils in my head that it was standing room only.

      • Hurben Says:

        I have a dream probably at least 2 to 3 times a week where I’m moving out on an Ops & suddenly I can’t find my SLR 7.62mm or my gear & I’m running around like a madman trying to find them, then I wake up.

  4. Karen Young Says:

    A rough time. 5 cyclists lost at Nevada on retirement ride.

    • Shawn Says:

      Oh man, what a horrible accident. It bothers me a lot that the Trooper was quoted as saying that it doesn’t appear to be impairment. Well then what the hell is it! A driver operating a large vehicle allowing it to drift off of the roadway onto the shoulder? What a shame.

    • Patrick O'Grady Says:

      Yeah, I saw that yesterday afternoon. I didn’t post about it because it seemed things were already grim enough, but here we are.

      I’ve driven that highway a ton, traveling to and from Interbike in Sin City. Barring the speed limit (75 mph, except in Searchlight, a notorious speed trap) it seems one of the safest highways you could ride, with smooth pavement, wide shoulders, and incredible visibility. You can see company coming a long way off.

      Off the top of my head I can think of just three ways a thing like this happens. One, the driver was impaired, which doesn’t seem to be the case. Two, the vehicle had some sort of catastrophic mechanical failure. Three, dude was dicking around with something — his phone, his infotainment system, a Thermos full of java, whatever — instead of managing his vehicle and keeping his eyes on the road.

      Let’s hope the press keeps its eye on this one. I’ll start a separate post for this as soon as I’ve had some coffee, so save any comments for the moment, please.

    • Pat O'Brien Says:

      I’ll bet on cell phone or texting.

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