Lindsay Marks 6 p.m., Dec. 5
Nothing excites me more than the night skies of spring. The messier marathon just around the corner, every worthwhile object to view is visible in within a single night of viewing. The desert heat yields to the the cooler nights of spring, preceded by final the final chill of winter, and a cool spring wind blows gentle down observatory row. In the desert the cactus bloom.
High in the mountains east of San Diego, those of us lucky enough to know it, and with time to enjoy it, shoot the night skies of spring through to the summer equinox. This is a time of life renewed at TDS, of Saturn rising high in the midnight sky while Mars sets to the west. Jupiter now long gone, the archer is chased to the horizon as the tail of scorpion rises in the morning sky to sting the rising sun to the east.
Comes the morning in high southern desert, a spring of life renewed.