The full moon always has a certain alure to it that mankind has been drawn to over the ages. I suppose that is why we have so many poems, songs, and even religons that surround the moon and its phases.
Here's what the photographer commentd on her photo,
"I was so inspired by the abundance of moon shots over the past couple of days. Last night was the first night I was actually able to see the moon due to late nights at work. On my way home the moon looked incredible! It was so brightly lit and the clouds were lit up like fire. Unfortunately by the time I got home (I only had my 50mm with me) it had passed, but I'm still satisfied with the result that I did get. I really didn't do too many adjustments to the photo because it kept looking a bit funky."
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Reaching for the Moon
I liked this picture, though maybe it should be the Dog Jumped Over The Moon! Nicely done!
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Full "Wolf" Moon - January 22, 2008
I came upon this picture on Flickr. This is what Rick Leche had to say :
"Full Wolf Moon - January 22, 2008 Amid the cold and deep snows of midwinter, the wolf packs howled hungrily outside Indian villages. Thus, the name for January's full Moon. Sometimes it was also referred to as the Old Moon, or the Moon After Yule. Some called it the Full Snow Moon, but most tribes applied that name to the next Moon.
This evening (cold, clear & crisp) and this shot also remind me of an old Gordon Lightfoot tune:
Song for a Winter's Night
The lamp is burnin' low upon my table top
The snow is softly falling
The air is still within the silence of my room
I hear your voice softly calling
If I could only have you near
To breathe a sigh or two
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love
Upon this winter night with you
The smoke is rising in the shadows overhead
My glass is almost empty
I read again between the lines upon each page
The words of love you sent me
If I could know within my heart
That you were lonely too
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love
Upon this winter night with you
The fire is dying now, my lamp is growing dim
The shades of night are liftin'
The morning light steals across my windowpane
Where webs of snow are driftin'
If I could only have you near
To breathe a sigh or two
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love
Upon this winter night with you
And to be once again with with you"
"Full Wolf Moon - January 22, 2008 Amid the cold and deep snows of midwinter, the wolf packs howled hungrily outside Indian villages. Thus, the name for January's full Moon. Sometimes it was also referred to as the Old Moon, or the Moon After Yule. Some called it the Full Snow Moon, but most tribes applied that name to the next Moon.
This evening (cold, clear & crisp) and this shot also remind me of an old Gordon Lightfoot tune:
Song for a Winter's Night
The lamp is burnin' low upon my table top
The snow is softly falling
The air is still within the silence of my room
I hear your voice softly calling
If I could only have you near
To breathe a sigh or two
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love
Upon this winter night with you
The smoke is rising in the shadows overhead
My glass is almost empty
I read again between the lines upon each page
The words of love you sent me
If I could know within my heart
That you were lonely too
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love
Upon this winter night with you
The fire is dying now, my lamp is growing dim
The shades of night are liftin'
The morning light steals across my windowpane
Where webs of snow are driftin'
If I could only have you near
To breathe a sigh or two
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love
Upon this winter night with you
And to be once again with with you"
Puerto Madero and the Moon
I came across this photo on Flickr.com. I would have loved to see this in person. What a breathe taking view this is! It's no wonder sailors use to think the world was flat!
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Luna Mystika
The mystical moon as seen in Makati City, Philippines on December 18, 2008 at 5:45 in the morning.
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