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Αέναο ημερολόγιο, Gobelin, Γενεύη

Ηλιακό ρολόι στη λίμνη Λεμάν, Γενεύη

The Moon to the Sun, Alice Meynell, 1902 The Poet sings to her Poet As the full moon shining there To the sun that lighteth her Am I unto thee for ever, O my secret glory-giver ! O my light, I am dark but fair, Black but fair. Shine, Earth loves thee ! And then shine And be loved through thoughts of mine. All thy secrets that I treasure I translate them at my pleasure. I am crowned with glory of thine. Thine, not thine. I make pensive thy delight, And thy strong gold silver-white. Though all beauty of mine thou makest, Yet to earth which thou forsakest I have made thee fair all night, Day all night.

Ναι. Αλλοιώς, ES68 24, ES82 11 & ES82 4.7.

Αξίζει καλύτερους φακούς το 10", καθώς και μια προσεκτική ευθυγράμμιση.

Όταν πουλήσω εγώ θα σας πω τον ακριβή λόγο. Μέχρι τώρα επρόκειτο πάντοτε για αναβάθμιση, εκτός από μία Πρωταπριλιά. Υποθέτω ο καθένας έχει τους λόγους του. Δεν θυμάμαι κάποιος να ισχυρίστηκε πως πουλά για οικονομικούς λόγους (αν και θυμάμαι την αναφορά στη λέξη "ανάγκη"), είχαμε ωστόσο πολλές εγκαταλείψεις λόγω έλλειψης χρόνου ή απώλειας ενδιαφέροντος, πολλές αναβαθμίσεις, αλλά και ορισμένες μεταναστεύσεις. Ποικιλία.

Σε κάθε πανηγύρι θα βρεις σε τιμή 15-30€. 50mW και βάλε. Πέφτει, σπάει, αγοράζεις άλλο. Ρώτα τους ( όσους πωλούν κόκκινα οι οποίοι έχουν και πράσινα) δεν τα βάζουν στον πάγκο.

Παντού υπάρχει βαρύτητα, αντιστρόφως ανάλογη με το τετράγωνο της απόστασης. Σε κάποιο σημείο εξισώνεται με την συνισταμένη της βαρύτητας των άλλων σωμάτων του ηλιακού συστήματος. Το σημείο αυτό αλλάζει συνεχώς αναλόγως της σχετικής θέσης των σωμάτων και ιδίως της σελήνης και του ηλίου.

Λέτε να αρχίσει η διάδοση σεναρίων: "Πήδηξε πραγματικά ο Felix;"

Astralis Planetarium, Louis Moinet, Γενεύη, 2012 Τα ρολόγια χρησιμοποιούν τον κορυφαίο μηχανισμό Louis Moinet Calibre LM27 και τα πολυτιμότερα υλικά, χρυσό, τιτάνιο, διαμάντια, ρουμπίνια, αβεντουρίνη, ζαφείρι, δέρμα αλιγάτορα και, πάνω απ' όλα, μετεωρίτες έως 4,566,200,000. Όλα κυκλοφορούν σε ένα, μοναδικό αντίτυπο.

Astralis Moon, Louis Moinet, Γενεύη, 2012 Μετεωρίτης Dhofar 459

Astralis Sun, Louis Moinet, Γενεύη, 2012 Μετεωρίτης Itqiy

Astralis Mercury, Louis Moinet, Γενεύη, 2012 Μετεωρίτης Sahara 99555

Astralis Mars, Louis Moinet, Γενεύη, 2012 Μετεωρίτης Jiddat al Harasis 479

Astralis Planetarium, Louis Moinet, Γενεύη, 2012 Σειρά ρολογιών με έγκλειστους μετεωρίτες, συλλεχθέντες από τον διάσημο κυνηγό Luk Labenne

Christ in the Universe, Alice Meynell, 1847-1922 With this ambiguous earth His dealings have been told us. These abide : The signal to a maid, the human birth, The lesson, and the young Man crucified. But not a star of all The innumerable host of stars has heard How He administered this terrestrial ball. Our race have kept their Lord’s entrusted Word. Of His earth-visiting feet None knows the secret, cherished, perilous, The terrible, shamefast, frightened, whispered, sweet, Heart-shattering secret of His way with us. No planet knows that this Our wayside planet, carrying land and wave, Love and life multiplied, and pain and bliss, Bears, as chief treasure, one forsaken grave. Nor, in our little day, May His devices with the heavens be guessed, His pilgrimage to thread the Milky Way Or His bestowals there be manifest. But in the eternities, Doubtless we shall compare together, hear A million alien Gospels, in what guise He trod the Pleiades, the Lyre, the Bear. O, be prepared, my soul ! To read the inconceivable, to scan The myriad forms of God those stars unroll When, in our turn, we show to them a Man.

Dan & Cindy Duriscoe, FDSC, Lowell Obs., USNO, 2012 Θαυμάστε το σε υψηλή ανάλυση: http://scienceblogs.com/startswithabang/files/2012/09/flagstaffsky_usno_big.jpeg

Winter Heavens, George Meredith, 1828-1909 Sharp is the night, but stars with frost alive Leap off the rim of earth across the dome. It is a night to make the heavens our home More than the nest whereto apace we strive. Lengths down our road each fir-tree seems a hive, In swarms outrushing from the golden comb. They waken waves of thoughts that burst to foam : The living throb in me, the dead revive. Yon mantle clothes us: there, past mortal breath, Life glistens on the river of the death. It folds us, flesh and dust; and have we knelt, Or never knelt, or eyed as kine the springs Of radiance, the radiance enrings : And this is the soul's haven to have felt.

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Άξιζε να μείνει κάποιο ρεκόρ σε εκείνον. Όταν το έκανε δεν ήταν γνωστό αν είναι εφικτό, η τεχνολογία ήταν 50 χρόνια πίσω και κινδύνεψε να πεθάνει, ή να χάσει το χέρι του.

Συγκλονιστικό!

Άκυρο. Συννεφιά Χθες ήταν κρύσταλλο.

Σε πόση ώρα περίπου θα φθάσει στο ύψος του άλματος; Έχω να στήσω και το Nexstar παράλληλα.

The Hubble Extreme Deep Field, NASA, ESA, G. Illingworth, D. Magee, P. Oesch (UCSC), R. Bouwens (Leiden Obs.), XDF Team, 2012 APOD 14/10/2012 http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/image/1210/xdf_hubble_1280.jpg Μια δεκαετία μετά το Hubble Deep Field (HDF), αφού εν τω μεταξύ θαυμάσαμε το Hubble Ultra Deep Field (HUDF) του 2004 και το HUDF Infrared 2009, μπορούμε πλέον να αντικρίσουμε μερικά από τα πρώτα κοσμικά νησιά του Σύμπαντος.

Meditation Under Stars, A Reading of Earth, George Meredith, 1888 What links are ours with orbs that are So resolutely far : The solitary asks, and they Give radiance as from a shield : Still at the death of day, The seen, the unrevealed. Implacable they shine To us who would of Life obtain An answer for the life we strain To nourish with one sign. Nor can imagination throw The penetrative shaft : we pass The breath of thought, who would divine If haply they may grow As Earth; have our desire to know ; If life comes there to grain from grass, And flowers like ours of toil and pain ; Has passion to beat bar, Win space from cleaving brain ; The mystic link attain, Whereby star holds on star. Those visible immortals beam Allurement to the dream : Ireful at human hungers brook No question in the look. For ever virgin to our sense, Remote they wane to gaze intense: Prolong it, and in ruthlessness they smite The beating heart behind the ball of sight : Till we conceive their heavens hoar, Those lights they raise but sparkles frore, And Earth, our blood-warm Earth, a shuddering prey To that frigidity of brainless ray. Yet space is given for breath of thought Beyond our bounds when musing : more When to that musing love is brought, And love is asked of love's wherefore. 'Tis Earth's, her gift; else have we nought : Her gift, her secret, here our tie. And not with her and yonder sky ? Bethink you: were it Earth alone Breeds love, would not her region be The sole delight and throne Of generous Deity ? To deeper than this ball of sight Appeal the lustrous people of the night. Fronting yon shoreless, sown with fiery sails, It is our ravenous that quails, Flesh by its craven thirsts and fears distraught. The spirit leaps alight, Doubts not in them is he, The binder of his sheaves, the sane, the right : Of magnitude to magnitude is wrought, To feel it large of the great life they hold : In them to come, or vaster intervolved, The issues known in us, our unsolved solved : That there with toil Life climbs the self-same Tree, Whose roots enrichment have from ripeness dropped. So may we read and little find them cold : Let it but be the lord of Mind to guide Our eyes ; no branch of Reason's growing lopped ; Nor dreaming on a dream; but fortified By day to penetrate black midnight ; see, Hear, feel, outside the senses; even that we, The specks of dust upon a mound of mould, We who reflect those rays, though low our place, To them are lastingly allied. So may we read, and little find them cold : Not frosty lamps illumining dead space, Not distant aliens, not senseless Powers. The fire is in them whereof we are born ; The music of their motion may be ours. Spirit shall deem them beckoning Earth and voiced Sisterly to her, in her beams rejoiced. Of love, the grand impulsion, we behold The love that lends her grace Among the starry fold. Then at new flood of customary morn, Look at her through her showers, Her mists, her streaming gold, A wonder edges the familiar face : She wears no more that robe of printed hours ; Half strange seems Earth, and sweeter than her flowers.