http://cargocollective.com ozfeed-alt Wed, 27 Apr 2011 17:46:35 +0000 http://cargocollective.com en http://cargocollective.com/ozfeed-alt/Cassiopeia-s-zigzag http://cargocollective.com/ozfeed-alt/following/ozfeed-alt/Cassiopeia-s-zigzag Wed, 27 Apr 2011 17:46:35 +0000 ozfeed-alt 1365840 <img src="http://payload.cargocollective.com/1/3/106961/1365840/870498884_7525aa6e0e_b.jpeg" width="670" height="449" width_o="670" height_o="449" src_o="http://payload.cargocollective.com/1/3/106961/1365840/870498884_7525aa6e0e_b_o.jpeg" data-mid="6639040" border="0" align="left"/> Overhead obscurity was gone. From horizon to horizon the sky was an unbroken spread of stars. Two planets stared, unwinking. The more obtrusive of the constellations asserted their individuality. Orion's four-square shoulders and feet, his belt and sword, the Plough, the zigzag of Cassiopeia, the intimate Pleiades, all were duly patterned on the dark. The Milky Way, a vague hoop of light, spanned the sky. (Star Maker) (Flickr) Overhead obscurity was gone. From horizon to horizon the sky was an unbroken spread of stars. Two planets stared, unwinking. The more obtrusive of the... http://cargocollective.com/ozfeed-alt/While-I-was-trying-to-collect-myself http://cargocollective.com/ozfeed-alt/following/ozfeed-alt/While-I-was-trying-to-collect-myself Wed, 27 Apr 2011 17:45:24 +0000 ozfeed-alt 1365819 <img src="http://payload.cargocollective.com/1/3/106961/1365819/238304890_316a027317_b.jpeg" width="670" height="453" width_o="670" height_o="453" src_o="http://payload.cargocollective.com/1/3/106961/1365819/238304890_316a027317_b_o.jpeg" data-mid="6638992" border="0" align="left"/><img src="http://payload.cargocollective.com/1/3/106961/1365819/150031335_bd3305a520_o.jpg" width="670" height="449" width_o="670" height_o="449" src_o="http://payload.cargocollective.com/1/3/106961/1365819/150031335_bd3305a520_o_o.jpg" data-mid="6747597" border="0" align="left"/><img src="http://payload.cargocollective.com/1/3/106961/1365819/150707184_4b77e4d858_o.jpg" width="670" height="449" width_o="670" height_o="449" src_o="http://payload.cargocollective.com/1/3/106961/1365819/150707184_4b77e4d858_o_o.jpg" data-mid="6747598" border="0" align="left"/><img src="http://payload.cargocollective.com/1/3/106961/1365819/371782179_8160c6914f_b.jpg" width="670" height="453" width_o="670" height_o="453" src_o="http://payload.cargocollective.com/1/3/106961/1365819/371782179_8160c6914f_b_o.jpg" data-mid="6747599" border="0" align="left"/> While I was still trying to collect myself, I found that I was already beyond the orbit of Mars, and rushing across the thoroughfare of the asteroids. Some of these tiny planets were now so near that they appeared as great stars streaming across the constellations. One or two revealed gibbous, then crescent forms before they faded behind me. (Flickr) While I was still trying to collect myself, I found that I was already beyond the orbit of Mars, and rushing across the thoroughfare of the asteroids. Some of... http://cargocollective.com/ozfeed-alt/Transparent-planet http://cargocollective.com/ozfeed-alt/following/ozfeed-alt/Transparent-planet Wed, 27 Apr 2011 17:43:29 +0000 ozfeed-alt 1365810 <img src="http://payload.cargocollective.com/1/3/106961/1365810/371782179_8160c6914f_b.jpeg" width="670" height="453" width_o="670" height_o="453" src_o="http://payload.cargocollective.com/1/3/106961/1365810/371782179_8160c6914f_b_o.jpeg" data-mid="6638969" border="0" align="left"/> Imagination completed what mere sight could not achieve. Looking down, I seemed to see through a transparent planet, through heather and solid rock, through the buried graveyards of vanished species, down through the molten flow of basalt, and on into the Earth's core of iron; then on again, still seemingly downwards, through the southern strata to the southern ocean and lands, past the roots of gum trees and the feet of the inverted antipodeans, through their blue, sun-pierced awning of day, and out into the eternal night, where sun and stars are together. For there, dizzyingly far below me, like fishes in the depth of a lake, lay the nether constellations. (Flickr) Imagination completed what mere sight could not achieve. Looking down, I seemed to see through a transparent planet, through heather and solid rock, through the... http://cargocollective.com/ozfeed-alt/A-curve-of-incandescent-wire http://cargocollective.com/ozfeed-alt/following/ozfeed-alt/A-curve-of-incandescent-wire Wed, 27 Apr 2011 17:42:34 +0000 ozfeed-alt 1365803 <img src="http://payload.cargocollective.com/1/3/106961/1365803/150031445_18cb086bb9_o.jpeg" width="670" height="449" width_o="670" height_o="449" src_o="http://payload.cargocollective.com/1/3/106961/1365803/150031445_18cb086bb9_o_o.jpeg" data-mid="6638955" border="0" align="left"/> The two domes of the sky were fused into one hollow sphere, star-peopled, black, even beside the blinding sun. The young moon was a curve of incandescent wire. The completed hoop of the Milky Way encircled the universe. In a strange vertigo, I looked for reassurance at the little glowing windows of our home. There they still were; and the whole suburb, and the hills. But stars shone through all. It was as though all terrestrial things were made of glass, or of some more limpid, more ethereal vitreosity. Faintly the church clock chimed for midnight. Dimly, receding, it tolled the first stroke. (Flickr) The two domes of the sky were fused into one hollow sphere, star-peopled, black, even beside the blinding sun. The young moon was a curve of incandescent wire. ... http://cargocollective.com/ozfeed-alt/Flared-up-into-higher-magnitude http://cargocollective.com/ozfeed-alt/following/ozfeed-alt/Flared-up-into-higher-magnitude Wed, 27 Apr 2011 17:41:54 +0000 ozfeed-alt 1365798 <img src="http://payload.cargocollective.com/1/3/106961/1365798/238280829_440af0af78_o.jpeg" width="670" height="503" width_o="670" height_o="503" src_o="http://payload.cargocollective.com/1/3/106961/1365798/238280829_440af0af78_o_o.jpeg" data-mid="6638942" border="0" align="left"/> Every star had seemingly flared up into higher magnitude. The heavens blazed. The major stars were like the headlights of a distant car. The Milky Way, no longer watered down with darkness, was an encircling, granular river of light. (Flickr) Every star had seemingly flared up into higher magnitude. The heavens blazed. The major stars were like the headlights of a distant car. The Milky Way, no longer... http://cargocollective.com/ozfeed-alt/Centers-of-human-population http://cargocollective.com/ozfeed-alt/following/ozfeed-alt/Centers-of-human-population Wed, 27 Apr 2011 17:41:14 +0000 ozfeed-alt 1365780 <img src="http://payload.cargocollective.com/1/3/106961/1365780/371780610_9d651022f6_b.jpeg" width="670" height="453" width_o="670" height_o="453" src_o="http://payload.cargocollective.com/1/3/106961/1365780/371780610_9d651022f6_b_o.jpeg" data-mid="6638907" border="0" align="left"/> I reflected that not one of the visible features of this celestial and living gem revealed the presence of man. Displayed before me, though invisible, were some of the most congested centers of human population. There below me lay huge industrial regions, blackening the air with smoke. (Flickr) I reflected that not one of the visible features of this celestial and living gem revealed the presence of man. Displayed before me, though invisible, were some... http://cargocollective.com/ozfeed-alt/Long-before-the-Earth http://cargocollective.com/ozfeed-alt/following/ozfeed-alt/Long-before-the-Earth Wed, 27 Apr 2011 17:40:20 +0000 ozfeed-alt 1365774 <img src="http://payload.cargocollective.com/1/3/106961/1365774/151306720_cafdd7a6d4_o.jpeg" width="670" height="449" width_o="670" height_o="449" src_o="http://payload.cargocollective.com/1/3/106961/1365774/151306720_cafdd7a6d4_o_o.jpeg" data-mid="6638894" border="0" align="left"/> Then I remembered that, had my vision depended on physical light, and not on the light of imagination, the rays coming thus to me "round" the cosmos would have revealed, not myself, but events that had ceased long before the Earth, or perhaps even the Sun, was formed. (Flickr) Then I remembered that, had my vision depended on physical light, and not on the light of imagination, the rays coming thus to me "round" the cosmos would have... http://cargocollective.com/ozfeed-alt/Indefinite-breadth-of-luminous-haze http://cargocollective.com/ozfeed-alt/following/ozfeed-alt/Indefinite-breadth-of-luminous-haze Wed, 27 Apr 2011 17:39:25 +0000 ozfeed-alt 1365764 <img src="http://payload.cargocollective.com/1/3/106961/1365764/2111587360_c2ac14ee7b_b.jpeg" width="670" height="449" width_o="670" height_o="449" src_o="http://payload.cargocollective.com/1/3/106961/1365764/2111587360_c2ac14ee7b_b_o.jpeg" data-mid="6638866" border="0" align="left"/> The planet's circumference was an indefinite breadth of luminous haze, fading into the surrounding blackness of space. Much of the northern hemisphere, tilted somewhat toward me, was an expanse of snow and cloud-tops. I could trace parts of the outlines of Japan and China, their vague browns and greens indenting the vague blues and grays of the ocean. (Flickr) The planet's circumference was an indefinite breadth of luminous haze, fading into the surrounding blackness of space. Much of the northern hemisphere, tilted... http://cargocollective.com/ozfeed-alt/Many-of-them-I-met-in-head-on-collision http://cargocollective.com/ozfeed-alt/following/ozfeed-alt/Many-of-them-I-met-in-head-on-collision Wed, 27 Apr 2011 17:38:42 +0000 ozfeed-alt 1365760 <img src="http://payload.cargocollective.com/1/3/106961/1365760/238281014_677225a4c5_b.jpeg" width="670" height="447" width_o="670" height_o="447" src_o="http://payload.cargocollective.com/1/3/106961/1365760/238281014_677225a4c5_b_o.jpeg" data-mid="6638841" border="0" align="left"/> Many of them I met in head-on collision, but they made no impression on me. One huge irregular bulk of rock, the size of a house, thoroughly terrified me. The illuminated mass swelled before my gaze, displayed for a fraction of a second a rough and lumpy surface, and then engulfed me. Or rather, I infer that it must have engulfed me; but so swift was my passage that I had no sooner seen it in the middle distance than I found myself already leaving it behind. (Flickr) Many of them I met in head-on collision, but they made no impression on me. One huge irregular bulk of rock, the size of a house, thoroughly terrified me. The... http://cargocollective.com/ozfeed-alt/Some-sort-of-trance-from-which-I-might-wake-at-any-minute http://cargocollective.com/ozfeed-alt/following/ozfeed-alt/Some-sort-of-trance-from-which-I-might-wake-at-any-minute Wed, 27 Apr 2011 17:38:06 +0000 ozfeed-alt 1365738 <img src="http://payload.cargocollective.com/1/3/106961/1365738/233040619_7a81a866da_b.jpeg" width="670" height="453" width_o="670" height_o="453" src_o="http://payload.cargocollective.com/1/3/106961/1365738/233040619_7a81a866da_b_o.jpeg" data-mid="6638788" border="0" align="left"/> The violence of my distress shocked me. But soon I comforted myself with the thought that after all I was probably not dead, but in some sort of trance, from which I might wake at any minute. I resolved, therefore, not to be unduly alarmed by this mysterious change. With scientific interest I would observe all that happened to me. (Flickr) The violence of my distress shocked me. But soon I comforted myself with the thought that after all I was probably not dead, but in some sort of trance, from...