
Sometimes I wonder about the “everyone — and everything — is Irish for a day” approach to St. Patrick’s Day.

Sometimes I wonder about the “everyone — and everything — is Irish for a day” approach to St. Patrick’s Day.


I can imagine: “No one will miss it if we just take one.”

The bright line above the sun is just a contrail, high enough to catch the light without being tinted orange. The one off to the right is a sundog, ice crystals reflecting the sunlight. When I saw it I thought it was too far away to be an ordinary sundog, and might be part of a less common halo, but once I looked at how far away it appeared on camera (it’s all about the angle) I realized it was in the right place.

Wait, you’re supposed to grill the burgers, not the cars!

Stop or yield?

Now where can I find an elf?