Swimming up sky and up river

Little Mercury, elusive in the Sun’s glare, is becoming more and more findable in the dusk, as it climbs toward its easternmost elongation – angular distance from the Sun – of May 17.  That will be its highest evening appearance of the year, for our northern hemisphere.

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The arrows through Mercury, the Sun, Venus, and Mars show their movements, against the starry background, over a span of five days.  You can see that Mercury is eastering faster than the Sun; it will slow toward May 17.

In January we summarized Mercury’s three morning and three-and-a-half evening appearances of the year.

This graph compares them – gray for the evening and blue for the morning excursions.  The top figures are the maximum elongations, reached at the top dates shown beneath.  Curves show the altitude of the planet above the horizon at sunrise or sunset, for latitude 40° north (thick line) and 35° south (thin), with maxima reached at the parenthesized dates below (40° north bold).

 

Blue Planet Department

Yesterday evening, a small planêtês or wanderer – a young minke whale, about four yards long – reached an extreme elongation from the sea.  That is, se (my pronoun, which I’d rather use than “he or she” pr “it”) swam up the Thames to the farthest point possible: the Richmond lock, which partially stops the tidal river.

At the side of the lock is a line of rollers on which boats can be pulled past.  The tide must have been slightly over them, and the whale tried to get through, and became stuck.

This was about 7 PM.  A team from the London fire brigade and the Royal National Lifeboat Institute managed to get hem off the rollers by 1 AM.  Se was towed downriver, but at Isleworth – where we live – se broke free, swam away, and disappeared.  Latest we know is that the public is asked to report any sighting of the whale, which is not in good health.

Tilly learned about the event this morning, and I got the impression that the whale was at the Richmond lock, and rode along there.

The lock is under the footbridge.  Photographers were still there but no whale.

In our sky scene, Cetus, the constellation of the Whale, is below the horizon, just to the left of where the Sun is.  Let’s hope Richmond Lock Minke will soon be back down in hes native sea.

 

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10 thoughts on “Swimming up sky and up river”

    1. My lament proved wrong as I went down the beach about 2130 last night and had a fine view of Mercury!I think about the brightest I’ve seen it.i also saw Venus but it was much lower.neither where naked eye,well Mercury was just later on, and I used my Helios 2×40 ultra wide field binoculars,souped up opera glasses really.Mars put on a show too near M35.

  1. Baleanoptera displaced,
    then by rescue graced,
    is undoubtedly a minke,
    and may be a she or a he,
    but undoubtedly is THE
    whale!

  2. You are lucky to have seen it, Mercury not the whale….well that too,as the weather has been so cloudy.a great shame that Mercury couldn’t have put on this display during April when high pressure dominated all month.

  3. Enough with the made up words. Language is for communication, not obfuscation. Your bit about the minke whale was not good communication as I couldn’t decide whether I was decoding a “pronoun” or a typo, either of which seriously affected the flow of the prose.

    1. Me, “se” was a stroke. Language is the sky, language is a human body. How dare there now be in this perfect sky clouds? And you, my son–you were perfect at eleven: But no–you rebel: I must change, I must change. Paul, you now and you at eleven are different. Which is more than OK. It’s life. Just as if you are a dictionary, it’s a fact of life that you are not up to date. Very much so, yes. But never completely. I spotted a couple typos in the OED back in 1972 and fired off a snail mail to the press. The handwritten response of the editor of ther Supplement, Robert Burchfield (whom I just discovered died in 2004!), conceded that I was right “on both counts,”. one teeny Shakespeare typo and ix for xi in the Babel entry, but regretfully stated that “we are not at present able to correct such small blemishes in the Dictonary.”. {An exact quote: Burchfield’s framed letter is on my study wall.). But now that the Dictionary is online, such corrections can be made, and both my gotchas are now blameless. Not really the same thing as language as ever-changing mega-organism. I just suddenly found myself showing off. Terrill Shepard Soules

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