The rising moon illuminates the final evening of this calendar year. The next calendar year will rise in a few hours. Like all years it will be a year of good, indifferent, and not good events. (My feeling is that it will be another year of a general, almost imperceptible slide.)
I will try to accept all that happens with grace and equanimity.
A fine way to wrap up a recent day.
The moon rides high, an eternal presence far above our triumphs, troubles, and tragedies.
Before going to sleep for the day, the setting moon brightly shines above a still-dark soybean field.
A very tardy return to posting.
The waning moon rides serenely in the dawn sky.
The nearly full moon caught my eye this morning. The brisk crosswind which caught my arms and legs made it impossible to hold the camera steady.
This mornings’ full moon was an amazing, irresistible opportunity to stop and reflect on art and beauty.