If there’s one thing I have learned to count on during the time I’ve spent in New York, it’s this: if there is even the slightest suggestion of an extraordinary astronomical event, I won’t see it. Massive solar storms bring the possibility of aurora spotting to the area, and dense cloud cover forms post-haste. The supermoon arrives, and so does superfog.
So it should come as no surprise that this evening, just as Venus began its transit across the sun, this happened:
I give up. Here’s a photo of a pigeon instead.
I’m not bothered, much. There’s always the next time, in the year 2117. Did anyone else manage to see the transit of Venus?