Pray to the Moon when She is round,
Luck with you will then abound,
What you seek for shall be found
On the sea or solid ground.

Friday, November 11, 2011

Full Moon Pie



Full Moon. 
Just crazy enough. 

Just crazy enough to throw on a down jacket over my pyjamas after an urgent call from Hubby telling me the Moon was rising... NOW. Crazy like a fox with a camera bounding through the snow in Hubby's boots & no socks. Crazy enough to prop myself against any remotely stable, snow-covered object that isn't shivering & panting like me. Anything to get a steady shot of that Moonrise. Me -- muttering to the Moon while neighbors & motorists glance at me askance -- wading through backyards, tripping over snowbanks, clinging to the overpass to capture Her arrival. 

Seventy one photographs later, I returned home from the frigid darkness to find most of them compromised by all that shaking & breathing. Oh, well. I am not convinced that brand of euphoria can be captured through the lens anyway.





For afters, we baked a grounding, belly-warming,  Full Moon Pie.



1 comment:

desultoryphilippic said...

Incredible pictures! You have a wonderful eye. Plus, that pie looks yummy!

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