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This photo was taken at the very end of November. Standing there, looking up, I felt like that pearl of a moon was being offered to me. I guess it was. I took it. Now I'll pass it on to you.
For a closer look, simply click on the image.
Poetry - Prose Poetry - Short Fiction - Art
4 comments:
beautiful beautiful-what a moment to capture!
And a title for a poem, to boot... I still get a cheap thrill whenever I see the moon not yet overshadowed by sunlight in the a.m.
Yes, it would make a cool title; I thought so, too. And, true, finding the pale moon as the sky changes color is a little gift.
Yes, Pam -- it was one of those alignments that takes your breath away. Check out today's post about La Fovea! Thank you!
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