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NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

This colorized and sharpened image of the Sun is composed of frames recording emission from hydrogen atoms in the solar chromosphere on May 15. Approaching the maximum of solar cycle 25, a multitude of active regions and twisting, snake-like solar filaments are seen to sprawl across the surface of the active Sun. Suspend in the active regions' strong magnetic fields, the filaments of plasma lofted above the Sun's edge appear as bright solar prominences. The large prominences seen near 4 o'clock, and just before 9 o'clock around the solar limb are post flare loops from two powerful X-class solar flares that both occurred on that day. In fact, the 4 o'clock prominence is associated with the monster active region AR 3664 just rotating off the Sun's edge.

Photo by solar cycle 25

Berthe Morisot - Berthe Marie Pauline Morisot (1841 – 1895) was a French painter and a member of the circle of painters in Paris who became known as the Impressionists. Morisot was married to Eugène Manet, the brother of her friend and colleague Édouard Manet. She was described by art critic Gustave Geffroy in 1894 as one of "les trois grandes dames" (The three great ladies) of Impressionism alongside Marie Bracquemond and Mary Cassatt.

I stand amongst these tall,
trees, in Norther Idaho.
We are out, scouting for Elk.
I'm riding a Honda Trail 50.

I'm amazed by the
quantity of tall Fern Glades,
stretching across my sight line.
An open cathedral of ferns and trees.

Visibility seems to extend forever.
I don't recall seeing the beautiful sight
in my home state of Washington.
It probably exists on the Peninsula.

A spiritual moment,
I still say
an appropriate view,
on this warm Spring Day.

A memory of 1964, outside Moscow Idaho.

Where has love gone?
When did it flee,
running with purpose,
away from me?

Will I find it again,
as something you bring,
or is it no longer there,
when it was just a thing?

I believe our Soul,
flees, when we die.
I don't know if it,
returns for another try.

Another try, for
a better life.
Something to ponder,
or think about twice.

If you think you've,
been here before,
and there is a special portal,
or a brand-new door,

to a different life, then
I now implore,
do your best and
come back for more.

See you in your dreams,
let's not keep score.
Just remember your life,
the time before.

May all the thoughts,
I have about you.
Special thoughts as
ordinary thoughts won't do.

You were my heart,
my soul you were,
for it was always you,
my one and only her.

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

From the 1960 astronomical catalog of Rodgers, Campbell and Whiteoak, emission region RCW 85 shines in southern night skies between bright stars Alpha and Beta Centauri. About 5,000 light years distant, the hazy interstellar cloud of glowing hydrogen gas and dust is faint. But detailed structures along well-defined rims within RCW 85 are traced in this cosmic skyscape composed of 28 hours of narrow and broadband exposures. Suggestive of dramatic shapes in other stellar nurseries where natal clouds of gas and dust are sculpted by energetic winds and radiation from newborn stars, the tantalizing nebula has been called the Devil's Tower. This telescopic frame would span around 100 light-years at the estimated distance of RCW 85.

Photo by Martin Pugh