I have a crush on the moon. Full, crescent, high, low, white, red–doesn’t matter to me. I love the moon. I really wished I could have seen the full moon total lunar eclipse on Saturday night, but it was over by the time the moon rose in our Texas sky.
From space.com, some full moon lore:
In this month the ground softens and the earthworm casts reappear, inviting the return of the robins. The more northern tribes knew this as the Full Crow Moon, when the cawing of crows signals the end of winter, or the Full Crust Moon because the snow cover becomes crusted from thawing by day and freezing at night. The Full Sap Moon, marking the time of tapping maple trees, is another variation.
I was too tired and cold to get a really good shot of March’s Full Worm Moon the way it looked over the TimLair. But doesn’t it make you wonder if the Timpire was out and about, his faithful companion Rexford at his side, the two of them on the hunt for…who knows what…
I love the abstract feel of this picture. The negative spaces created by the branches are great.
Thank you.
Sexy entry, Becky. If all things are Rorschach Tests, that’s what I see. Looks like you’re trapped in unkind branches and the light in the darkness is coming to rescue you. Could be my mood, though, and it’s really just the floating rock that it is… but no.
Naming your “current mood” that way cracks me up. I’ve got a crush on the moon too.
Thank you.