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.
Riding high, the waxing moon returns to the night sky.
Like the moon, I have returned. My spiritual, creative, energies were a bit drained. It was good to put the camera down, good to rest, refresh, recharge. It’s good to be back and share what I see. To return to sharing the grace and the bounty all around me.
Beneath a rising moon on a glorious late autumn evening, a tiny dot of humanity, a farmer, continues working.
A soothing end to the day.
The moon was rising shortly after I left work. Though looking forward to getting home, actually usually in a hurry to get to the place I am blessed to share with three dogs and my marvellous wife, I had to stop and admire. A flock of Canada geese in the near distance heading to their night roost calling to one another lent timelessness and enchantment. It’s important to me to keep in at least minimal contact with my world, this wonderful world around me.
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