Before going to sleep for the day, the setting moon brightly shines above a still-dark soybean field.
The nearly full moon caught my eye this morning. The brisk crosswind which caught my arms and legs made it impossible to hold the camera steady.
This mornings’ full moon was an amazing, irresistible opportunity to stop and reflect on art and beauty.
After capturing the sunrise in my previous post I turned around. Here is the magical scene that greeted me.What a wonderful morning, what a blessing, what a rich man I am.
. . . no, not moonrise. Moonset, gauzed by nearly invisible fine, falling snow.
I chased the moon this morning. It beckoned to me to keep driving, keep going, keep trying to catch up. Regrettably, I was compelled to end the chase. The chase will continue.
We had about eight cm of snow overnight and stiff winds from the southeast backed to the southwest, whipping up some good drifts that we had to clear before I left for work. The sky cleared as I approached work. The moon welcomed the clearing sky by taking its leave for another day.