|From my sister's fence: Wind Moon 2012.|
|For the Lady.|
Pack up my suddenly-single-Moma self, children & many slices into that beloved old Volvo & go. Don't forget that camera... just in case.
Just turning the corner to my parent's house, the Little Lad shouts, "The MOON! The Moon is ORANGE!" "You must be seeing a street light," I say. "No! Over there!" Instantly, the little car is abandoned. Camera in hand, I careen across the dark street while Little Lad runs off in a panicked search for his Grands. Wrapped around my sister's fence, trying to steady myself & control the heavy breathing, I attempt to capture this juicy nocturnal orange hovering over the horizon.
Gah! The camera hates me.
|Rooftop: Wind Moon 2012.|
Still... amazing the frenzy She evokes. No?
Little Lad's BIG Book of Why says this about an Orange Moon: "The moon's color as seen from Earth depends on the amount of dust in the Earth's atmosphere. Sometimes the moon looks yellow or orange."
Guess that would be why we call Her the Wind moon... half the desert was in the sky this night.
|A Juicy Nocturnal Orange: Wind Moon 2012.|