Soft these moments, obligation at bay,
pain at bay,
mentally baying at a delicious, warm moon.
Soft,
quiet,
life on mute
for this moment of soul sating beauty.
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So peaceful! Thanks for sharing and God Bless, SR
Thank you!
Lovely. It was beautiful here too. I love a harvest moon.
Thanks. I love it!
That’s interesting… We were taking pictures of the moon last night- fiddling with the manual settings.. It was up a little higher, so not quite as orange as yours. I have to get them on the computer and see how they look then.
This was from Sunday night when the moon rise was about 6:50. I tried to get it again Monday night, but it was about 7:28 that night–keeps getting later each night in the fall by about 40 min. But I was getting a headache so gave up. It is hard to shoot because the surroundings need more light coming into the camera, but the higher the moon rises, the brighter it gets. If you don’t allow light getting in in order to keep the face definition of the moon, you lose the surroundings. Sunday was good because there was still some light out, but the moon was somber and peachy low on the horizon. The further up it got, the poorer the pictures. :-).
Lovely moon. So beautiful when it’s just coming up.
I love it! Feels like if you were closer you could touch it. 🙂
I was looking at the moon that night, thinking just how amazing it really is!
I took a class on weather, and I asked the prof about harvest moons. I have never found anything close to an answer as to why it is so big. You would think it is much closer, right. He said it is an illusion. If you take a circular object like a key ring and look at the big moon through it so the edges are at the edges of the circle and your arm is outstretched, and if you hold it at the same distance when the move is high in the sky and looking small, you will find that it is the same size! Weird, but it works. I did it. The bigness is an optical illusion. 🙂
Well then it’s an illusion I love, but then I always was a sucker for magic tricks!
🙂
The harvest moon always takes my breath away. Virginia
Yes, a favorite!
Oh, just beautiful! And I love the poem too – especially the line “life on mute.” Thanks for sharing! 🙂
Thank you!!!