Rising

My cheap phone is pretty much incapable of night photography - this poor image (taken post-blip last night) is about as good as it gets. Hopefully, matters will improve if "supply chain difficulties" ever wane enough to let a camera for me slip through the cordon

I took a couple of decent pictures today, intending them for blips. One is the first frost of winter - solid ice on the car roof at 06.30 - a surprise when days are still so warm and air temperature was still 4 or 5 degrees. Another was the primary colours of our chaotic apple juicing process, spread around the garden (a private effort this one, nothing to do with yesterday's Apple Day festivities); a hard day's labour with 30 litres of sweet reward.

But it's this hazy, inadequate snap that keeps grabbing my attention. I think it's that one central point of bright, white light - clarity amidst the darkness and diffused yellow moonlight

Jupiter - highest of the Roman gods. The word has roots that go back 6000 years to a language spoken in the region north of the Black and Caspian seas, east of Ukraine; people who worshiped a "sky father" and whose language (or languages evolved from it) spread across most of Europe, Persia and India. The same word became the Greek Zeu pater (Zeus), Dyaus pitar in Sanskrit and Tyr in Germanic languages (from which English gets Tyr's day - Tuesday)

Echoes across time and space