Image courtesy of NASA: Artist’s conception of a protoplanetary disk. ‘Water’ seems a fitting title of this rhyme on something vital for the beings we take care of and the others we’re aware of. Life on Earth depends on water, whether human or sea otter, fish or fowl, whatever creatures having some subsistence features. Water may have been existent in archaic ages distant long before we tend to think— even water that we drink. Yet when in our galactic history it was formed has been a mystery… The researchers have debated as to if it could be stated that this...

This urban astrohaiga with an image including the Super-Moon over Targoviste (former Capital of the Romanian Land) was taken by Valentin Grigore in 10 August 2014 and represents an invitation to visit a few new cosmopoetry projects on astrotourism, made by Dan Uza, Valentin Grigore, Florin Alexandru Stancu (web designer and master) and Alexandru Sebastian Grigore (secretary). These 7 projects try to connect some of the most beautiful temples to proto-astroart, astropoetry, general culture and astronomy history: HARMONY IN ASAKUSA ON THE TRACES OF DIONYSIUS EXIGUUS BULGARIA IN FOUR MONUMENTS AVANT-GARDE IN A HISTORICAL CITY NOON MOON OVER THE SAGRADA...

How bright the full moon! Coming out of her eclipse, Unhurt by shadow. Photo of October 8, 2014 total lunar eclipse taken with Canon EOS T2i camera. Comments You need JavaScript to be able to post comments You need to be logged in to leave a comment Click Here to Login

Every month on my horizon, I welcome new friends. We meet, we talk, I watch them go and seek who now ascends. In January when it's frosty chill, the pale Pollux comes out with cold Castor, I watch them from my fireplace window, route. Comes in the February, the springing spring, the Regulus in the sky, With gleaming bright, it makes my eves so cursorily pass by. The March comes roaring, testifying the fire come atop with Denebolic tail, the lion roams the dark woods off the crop. Arrive in April, in the night, the Arcturus, Spica twins The great...

Unable to decide If it were yet Time for the year to turn To summer-set, The Sky and Ocean held A tête-à-tête Off the horizon where They always met. Old Ocean dragged his heels And threw his weight, To put off changes till A later date; Sky argued herself blue In windy talks – But in the end they called It “equinox.” Comments You need JavaScript to be able to post comments You need to be logged in to leave a comment Click Here to Login