So of course I’m going to show you a picture of the summer solstice at Stonehenge, because I just love the ‘henge.
Sunrise Solstice at Stonehenge | Credit & Copyright: Max Alexander, STFC, SPL
Here in Sydney? Here’s a shot I took last week of the CBD in a chilly morning haze.
Last week the haze over the CBD caught my eye on the station run, so I headed off to the park for the best local view. In this second shot, I let the sundogs play.
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It just ain’t the same without the druidic sacrifices.
I suppose I meant that comment for Stonehenge, but you could say the same thing about Sydney as well.
I mean what are all those gigantic skyscrapers really for if not to be part of an ancient blood ritual to propitiate the Gods of the sky with yearly offerings?
I wonder what profound astrological secret signs are written into the arrangement of Sydney’s stone towers?
Heard an interesting recount of why the Solstice is not the same as the shortest day of the year (which is in itself a bit of an urban myth apparently).
Via hubby who heard it on the radio: The winter solstice (for the SH) is when the sun reaches its furthest arc from the southern hemisphere and starts to come back this way. This however is not the shortest day as over about a week the actual amount of daylight is roughly the same because although the sun gradually sets later (by a few seconds a day?) it also rises later by just a few seconds. This occurs over about a week to a week and a half and then the days do get longer as we get progressively more sunlight. The person being interviewed said it would theoretically be possible to measure the actual shortest day but as it is only a matter of seconds it’s not really worth the effort.
TT, the answer to that can undoubtedly be found in one of the upcoming works of one Mr Brown, first name Dan.