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The Hunt For PANSTARRS - Day 2

I have returned the next evening to see if I can get even better pictures of the PANNSTARRS comet before it flies away perhaps never to return.  The problem I have with the pics so far, is that they don't really have the usual fan-type feature most comets have and that I have seen from other pictures of it lately.  So back I am, ready to see if I can improve on yesterday's sighting.  



The sun is setting and all of my information says to follow the moon down and to the right, around 40-50 minutes after the sun has set for a truly unique view.  


OK, the sun has set.  


And there we have the sighting, once again.


Don't squint too hard, this was just a nice scene that night so I snapped it.  


Once again, there is PANSTARRS, but I wanted a picture of it at night with the fan-looking tail.  Now that is what I came for.  This just looks like a vapor trail,  I want the fan!


Steady.  Steady!


OKAY, there's the moon, follow it down and a bit to the right...and at the right moment... 


Eureka!  There it is!  The comet with its fan tail.  I got it!


There it is guys, small, but unmistakably a comet with the characteristic fan tail.  


I AM THE GREATEST COMET PHOTOGRAPHER IN THE FAMILY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


I AM THE ONLY COMET PHOTOGRAPHER IN THE FAMILY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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