Meanwhile, here is an 11 image Extended Depth of Field ( EDF ) sol 2089 view of the crust on Marquette Island block with a "3D" link to a very interesting spheroid and - my personal favorite - the focus shift animation used to create the EDF.
And now for something completely different:
A Christmas poem.
THE SOL AFTER CHRISTMAS
Spoof by hortonheardawho ( with apologies to Clement Moore after seeing a Stuart Atkinson post. )
T'was the sol after Christmas and all throughout Mars,
Not a spacecraft was transmitting, not even to stars.
Their antennas were pointed towards the Earth with care,
In hopes that Saint Nicholas soon would be there.
The rovers were powered down all snug in their ROMs,
While visions of dust devils danced in their RAMs,
And Ma in her jumpsuit and I in my comcap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap.
When out on the plains there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my pod to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
opened the shutters and threw up the sash.
And what to my eyes appear says I am daft,
But a miniature capsule, and eight ancient craft;
With a little old pilot, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Saint Nick.
More rapid than eagles his spacecraft they came.
He whistled and shouted and called them by name:
"Now Mariner! Now Zond! Now Observer! Now Kosmos!
On, Viking! On, Beagle! On, Nozomi and Phobos!
To the top of the orbit, to the end of the fall
Dash away, dash away, dash away all!"
Over homeplate the spacecraft they flew
With a capsule of parts and Saint Nicholas, too.
And then in a twinkling I heard on the hill
A shattering noise of each retro so shrill.
All bundled in spacesuit, from his head to his foot,
His things were all tarnished with Mars dust and soot;
As I took off my comcap, and was turning around,
Down Husband Hill Saint Nicholas came with a bound.
A bundle of parts he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And cleaned all the panels; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up Ultrea he rose.
He sprang to his capsule, to his craft gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him transmit 'ere he drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!"