Blood Moon - Monday, April 14, 2014

Yesterday was a full moon and total lunar eclipse which gave us a "Blood Moon."  These first few photos are the full moon pre-eclipse, which I took because of the unique-shaped clouds and trees.  The others are during the eclipse. They're shaky because I was too much of a slacker to drag the tripod out between 1:55 and 2:40 a.m.  The tiny white squigglies in most of the photos are stars.  I also had two photos with orbs, but decided not to post them.  ha!

The next lunar eclipse is supposed to be in 2019.  We'll check back.

Full moon through clouds (around 9 pm)

Tree looks orange from street lamp light

Eclipse

Almost lined up

Photo, meh--but the top right star

looks like an angel, kinda

Not bad, even w/o tripod

 

The star looks like a musical note

#BloodMoon #FullMoon #NighttimePhotos 

#EarlyA.M.Photog #TotalLunarEclipse 

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Junk mail can be hilarious. Some random phrases from the stuff in my maibox:

Life's too short to clean your own home.
It's better when you bundle.
You need more than an oil change.
Big help comes in small envelopes.

Poem by Maya Stein

Here's a poem I got in the GoodReads newsletter. Go here https://www.goodreads.com You can subscribe to their newsletter and read a new poem every month. I like every single one I've read. If you're into poetry, you'll want to check them out.  


Even the stars have anemia
and the sun, come winter, waves feebly from a dim noon sky. Even a mountain
sags under the weight of its long haul through history, and a trail 
through the woods blanches from foot traffic. Lizzie put on a brave face, 
despite the cough that kept her up at night, coffee barely
denting her exhaustion. My friend the musician works so hard
her vocal cords strain against her throat when she whispers. I see them, taut
but tender, young soldiers forced into an early war. I don't know what keeps us
burning through our own reserves, insisting on performance long after
the curtain crumples to the stage. Even the stars have anemia, fading when
we look too close. Even rain evaporates. Even the moon turns its back.

Poem written by Maya Stein
Winner of the Goodreads Poetry Contest, April 2014

Oh heyyyyyy

I have six drafts of blog posts.  They're saved in the draft/preview folder, and they're not finished.

Which is why they haven't been posted.

But I have drafts.  Just reporting.

Happy Friday!