I stood in quiet, chill-winged night to observe the Full Moon, to measure its pulse — steady — and discern its aura — unruffled. We toil below in never-ceasing motion, commotion, emotion. The benign Moon remains.
Full Snow Moon — An Image
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Beautiful sendup, Carrie. I love the image, too. <3
Thank you, Sabiscuit. As I enlarged the photo, it degraded…but I thought it did so beautifully and with an interesting effect. A nice surprise! 🙂
It looks as if surrounded by pitted rocks and faces. Like the benign moon is punching through to the world of never ceasing commotion. A perfect picture for evocative writing.
Thank you, kindly. Maybe the Moon needs to “punch through” in order to gain our attention. 😉
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