Friday, December 13, 2019

The "cold moon"

The full moon rose slowly across the bay but not slow enough for me to capture it with the horizon of trees in front of it. 
By the time I got my camera, tripod, my boots, and my coat it was going up up and away.

It kept slipping out of my viewfinder, inching it's way above the bay, 
but not before it left it's warm memory on the water's surface. 
Eventually it lost it's golden color and became white and distant. 
A beacon in our sleeping world.

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