Last week Julie had the bright idea to have an excursion, since we've been spending most of our time at home figuring out new ways to get ready. We went to Griffith Observatory on what turned out to be a perfectly gorgeous day.
Here's the mom-to-be-real-soon posing for me while I acted the shutterbug tourist. You can make out the Hollywood sign on the farthest hill back there. The last time I was at this spot (in 1993) the haze was so bad you could hardly see that hill, let alone the sign.
Here I am while we wait in line for the planetarium show, which was actually pretty fun and informative. It was an overview of the various schemas of the universe through history, with a nice nod to the fact that there's still a bunch of stuff we haven't figured out yet.
In another dazzling display of atmospheric clarity, here's downtown Los Angeles. Not the glam part, but the part that goes first when the Independence Day aliens fire their big city-smasher.
Mssrs. Kepler and Galileo, scientists of note. They're sharing the plinth with some other smartypants dudes, but I forget which ones.