
As several of you know I spent this past weekend up in Ely, Minnesota, a town that bears a sign on its outskirts that reads, "All International Citizens entering the U.S. must report to the U.S. Customs office in Ely." You should know that there are no roads (as in, asphalt or gravel) that lead from Canada to Ely. Just lakes and rivers. In fact, a whole linked network of them called the Boundary Waters, of which this is only one.

When I decided to come up here I was hoping to read some books, write some stories, and see lots and lots of stars. Which I did. All three. It was overcast when I first got up here, but then the sky cleared and there was nothing but sun and blue skies till Tuesday. It was beautiful. So Saturday night I took the ol' camera outside with the intention of taking some star pictures. I forgot to bring my tripod, but I just set the camera on its back on top of my car and turned the timer on. I took three pictures, of which only one seemed to have anything on it (other than a dead pixel, that is). Here's the shot that "turned out."
As you can tell, nary a star showed up on the ol' CCD. If you enlarge the picture and look in the bottom left corner, you might just make out the hazy shape of Canes Venatici. Actually, I have no idea what it is. I just know it's not a dead pixel (unlike that other perfidious white dot near the center).

So the lesson here, fellow photography buffs, is to find a camera that allows long exposure shots before you spend the weekend in the middle of nowhere. And if you do find that camera, try to keep it away from one of these creatures (I like to call them "David's Little Friends").