He named it that half as a joke, half as a frustration. See, Leo was building an astrophotography portfolio to apply for a residency. And every long-exposure shot he took was ruined by that one erratic point of light. It streaked across his images like a careless brushstroke.
He drove out to the lake the following evening. The buoy was rusty, lonely, but steadfast—bobbing not from clumsiness, but from doing its job: warning boats away from rocks. Leo sat on the shore, no camera, no whiskey. Just watched it dip and rise. mydrunkenstar.com
Frustrated, he posted on an astronomy forum: “What’s the wobbly star above 34° N, visible only after 1 a.m.?” He named it that half as a joke, half as a frustration
Here’s a helpful, slightly allegorical story inspired by the domain name . Title: The Wobbling Light It streaked across his images like a careless brushstroke