The Moon and I
The moon and I go way back, for as long as I can remember I have loved a full moon. There is just something about the magical light, and that ethereal glow that pulls me in. Moon gazing, moon bathing, all are good for my soul. One reason I really like being out in the middle of nowhere is to watch the cycles of the moon, to see the new moon cupped on the horizon, or the full moon peeking over a mountain.
The other night I just happened to look out the window, and saw the moon coming up over the mountain to the East. I grabbed my camera, and my Tamron 150-600 lens so I could get photos. I love the telephoto for making photos of the moon, it’s like shooting with a small telescope. Since we are currently in the city, I didn’t know we were getting close to a full moon.
The moon can never breathe, but it can take our breath away with the beauty of its cold, arid orb.
Two nights later, I captured these.
The moon rested right above the mountains, a place I call home.
The moon was reigning over their world, glowing its full splendor to all those willing to look up.
The full moon – the mandala of the sky.
The next night was cloudy, but breaks in the clouds gave me some nice options.
There is no dark side of the moon really. Matter of fact it’s all dark.
I created this photo last year. We were visiting the horses, and there was a huge beautiful moon in mid October, the harvest moon.
This is the photo I made that night of the full moon.
The moon lives in the lining of your skin.
The moon is magic for the soul, and light to the senses. Are you listening?