back in the garden

I’ve still got a big cosmic hangover from visiting the California Science Center last week. “Hubble 3-D” was at the IMAX theater. My brain was not built for IMAX movies, so what with the 3-D glasses and sitting too close because some in our party had stair issues, I thought I’d have to keep my eyes shut for the whole thing. When the movie started, I could feel the pressure building, like an anvil was sitting on top of my head, then two anvils. We were insanely close to the screen, but I hoped I could cope. Then three anvils were on top of my head. (I’d make a terrible astronaut.) At the last minute I fled the group and headed for high ground, the second-to-last row, which was empty. If this doesn’t do the trick, I thought, I can assume the 1950s atomic bomb, duck-and-cover posture for the whole movie, head between the knees, with none the wiser. In the last row behind me sat the usherette, absorbed in her iPhone. Final adjustment of the 3-D glasses, and I’m good to go. But instead of the voice of the gods, the narration appeared to be by an enthusiastic ninth-grader reading from his science report (Leonardo di Caprio). Then images from Hubble began to fill the screen, and I had my own private catharsis in the second-to-last row. Expecting to be more irritated by the experience than impressed, I now had to blink back tears so I wouldn’t miss an image. What was I getting so choked up about? I’ve been wondering ever since. I really don’t know. Is it because this might be the purest expression of our timeless curiosity? Is it because so many of these otherworldly shapes were somehow very, very familiar? Is it because we’ve been looking everywhere, and there’s literally no place like home?

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I’ve had Hubble goggles on ever since and hope I never lose them.

Images from Hubble

From the top, Ursinia sericea, Sonchus canariensis, rat-tail cactus, Eryngium padanifolium, Coronilla valentina, Leonotis leonorus, Cirsium occidentale, unnamed succulent, Senecio anteuphorbium.

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5 Responses to back in the garden

  1. Scott Weber says:

    Absolutely gorgeous images…dreamlike!

  2. kathy says:

    Splendid post Denise. My DS and I wen to see Les Mis on opening day (christmas) at our fancy new cineplex, we were in row 4, with no option to move-the theater was full. The headache subsided but I do not care to visit Russel Crowes’ nostrils again any time soon. I went back last month on a Saturday cheap-o matinee, and sat in the last row. The last row is the best row. Hubble images … so magnificent and mysterious.

  3. Denise says:

    @Thanks, Scott. That’s some praise coming from you!
    @Kathy, it’ll be the back row for me too from now on.

  4. Rita says:

    Love your post. There is no place like home! Maybe we gardeners can appreciate it a little more than most because we have our nose up to its beauty so often.
    But it’s almost eerie to think that our planet is the only one this exquisite. It’s a big responsibility, isn’t it?

  5. Les says:

    You were probably weeping for the majesty. I have found events like this make me either believe in God, or make me feel infinitesimal, but either way is good.

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