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A Cold Moon. December 10, 2011

Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature.
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The December Full Moon has many names (as do they all:) Cold Moon, Snow Moon, Oak Moon, Peach Moon, Long Night Moon …

The list goes on.  Every Peoples has a reason for the appellation they apply to the twelve full moons of the year.

Regardless of the name one chooses to call it by, the December Lunar Fullness occurred in the wee hours of this morning.  And knowing the low probability that I’d make it out of bed in the dink and the dank of the dark and frosty AM twilight, I snagged these half-a-night-short-of-full-moon shots last evening, with the light fading from the land:

It was predictably hazy, but clearer than the night before, so I was satisfied to get what I got.

Here the sky took on a rose hue as the sun dipped below the horizon:

The haze meant that I never got a really clear moon shot to share, but still, it didn’t entirely suck:

I missed the clarity of a colder, drier night, but dug the halo.

Now onward toward January, and the prospect of capturing that elusive crisp shot of craters and shadows.

Thanks to Gizmo and Ollie for these photos.  Good boys!  😉

A December Night. December 13, 2010

Posted by littlebangtheory in Love and Death.
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It’s snowing, or approximating snow as it does in these parts.  The darkness outside the kitchen window is populated by fleeting visions of white, whirling, driven, then gone like thoughts, to be replaced by others doing different dances, now fast and frantic, then slow and lazy, drifting aimlessly earthward before catching a gust and getting gone.

The wind rises, pours past like a rushing river, a torrent of souls bound for who-knows-where, each fleck and flake bursting into existence and as suddenly vanishing, taking its moment in time with it, never to return.

Out beyond the kitchen window prayer flags beat themselves to shreds, giving up ghosts of frayed filaments for the old folks with no living friends, the working Joes with no jobs, the children whose futures are as dusty and hungry and pointless as their pasts.

Inside, the quavering whistle of the singing tea-pot reels me back from the beyond, back to the now of the night, the need for another log in the wood stove, the realization of just how blessed my penny-counting life is in a world where warmth in winter is a fabled commodity.

I’m grateful for the cold, and grateful that it’s out there.

Two Ways Of Seeing. December 30, 2009

Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature, Love and Death.
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It’s that time of the month again when you get to suffer through my attempts at rendering a full moon.

This late December apparition eluded me, dragging me around the countryside in my gas guzzler for hours, never quite settling on a respectably distant hillside, until finally it was too late, and I was left with an elevated orb set against a fuzzy foreground.

At sunset, with the moon’s features still evident:

…and later, set against the spire of a church in Turners Falls:

I wasn’t able to get much detail in the latter, but I nonetheless liked the result, and hope you do as well.

Peace to you and yours.