Tag: moon

2025, time

day and night

etikser
the first light of day, a golden sunrise
like the flip side of a coin
nightfall delivers glorious moonlight

It’s an addiction. The craving to go outside and catch the first golden light of dawn. Hours later, it’s the last few minutes of a long day, and I have to convince my ocean-breeze-tangled self to go inside, to leave a perfectly executed moon shining on the waves, even as the timepiece on my hand tells me I should be in bed.

A last glimpse of moonlight and the irresistible grandeur of the ocean and I head inside, reluctantly. Careful to pull the curtains open in my room, caution against sleeping in and missing the first sunlight rising again, over the horizon.

It’s an addiction…the ocean. A fabulous, senseless, overpowering addiction.

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moonlight

on a warm summer’s evening . . . 1

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an old photo of mine

It was the late end of the day. I was ready to go upstairs, and I was surrounded by darkness, as I’d expect, but for the far left quadrant of the kitchen curtain. It was luminous. Aglow.

A full moon? Somehow I’d missed the growing crescent in the night sky?  I don’t think anything has that late-night radiance but the moon. Clouds scatter, and nothing but the full moon reaches down so intensely, down past the distant heavens, past the treetops, ‘cross the window trim, and into my room. It’s like it was waiting there for me … a gentle, benevolent kind of lying- in-wait … a secret, a surprise.

The unremitting strength of spirit.

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On a warm summer’s evening … simple words … my favorite kind of words … packed with age-old nuance and memories. Is there a single one of us who doesn’t hold onto the image of a warm summer’s evening?
Credit:  The Gambler, performed by Kenny Rogers (1978), written by Don Schlitz.

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They may not be used elsewhere or reblogged.
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I post mostly nature photos there.

moon, night sky

strange times

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Such strange, strange times.

It was cloudy for weeks on end, it seems, and I couldn’t remember the last time I saw stars in the sky. And the moon? I think I saw a pretty crescent around twilight a week or so back.

Thursday night, I shut down my computer and switched off the lights, and the patterns on my desk took me by surprise. The old familiar lines and squares angled across the wood. So bright it lit up the dark room. My response was something like, what’s that? oh, the moon. Then one of those feelings that come with a smile, like … oh, the moon.

My eyes followed the trail of light out the window and upwards to the almost-full moon high in the sky, shining bright behind the leaves at the top of the trees.

It’s high up there, over 100 feet, and you wouldn’t think I could see the silhouette of individual leaves from so far. But I could see them, the ones at the top, the highest ones, reaching upward, and with the aid of a bit of a breeze, swaying and dancing around in the night sky. For a minute or two, the bright beautiful almost-full moon was right there with them, surrounded, framed, almost decorated.

Me? Well, I should not be surprised, should I, to see moonlight coming through a window. It’s a rather regular event. My days are full. I’ve got projects, plenty to do, exercise, walks. Life. And there are weightier issues, for sure. But this sameness, day after day, after a while, it dulls some kind of sensors in us. Well, in me, anyhow. Some strange malaise of the brain.

I looked out the next night. I guess I hoped to see the moon again. It was cloudy and I couldn’t see the moon. But … I saw a single star out a side window. Yes!

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This is an old photo of mine from last year.

december

by the light of the moon

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Tall oak trees stretch into shadows. Long shadows that sweep all the way down the hill, and across the yard. Giant shadows from towering trees.

The white light of the moon, though, finds its way past the shadows and scatters its magic. Its matte cottony glow blankets the leafy ground, reaches up into the house, and comes to rest on the window sill. Here. Right here where I stand. It comes to rest right here on the window sill, just in front of me.

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A full moon on a clear winter night, after the trees have dropped their leaves, has its own special charm. One I’ve never captured well in a picture. The ground was so white I thought we had a fresh round of snowfall.

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