Thursday, October 1, 2009
Driving home tonight, not all that long after darkness had fallen, I watched the moon glide in and out of clouds. Sometimes it was just a diffuse glow behind thick cotton, then, free of all obstructions, stark and vivid against a black sky. Occasionally, it was surrounded by a halo, a creamy gossamer ice ring on this crisp autumn night. When we arrived home I reached for the camera. Chuck kindly brought me my walking stick so that I could use it as an improvised monopod. The moon is nearly, but still not quite full. No matter. It’s there. It’s above us all, reflecting, influencing, guiding and it’s beautiful.