Hello, dear Beaver Moon.
I love that name from the Native American world.
Four weeks away from the longest night in our Northern Hemisphere...
I have just added an application on my iPod - Perpetuum, a "revolutionary lunar calendar"... It gives you our satellite's phase in comparison to the solar position in between equinox and solstice.
I often consult my dear friend as we are sliding to the latter at great speed. According to the (British) Met Office, days shrink like lambswool soaked in the wrong temperature... Between two and three minutes respectively in the morning and afternoon each day. Sunsets become increasingly precocious, whereas sunrises, increasingly lazy.
However, that light in between autumn and winter never ceases to amaze me.
Light in riddles, morning, afternoon and sunset...
And back to dusk before you even know it!
Each moment celebrated in a form of poetry I am learning to love...
jet slitaire wings on tarmac -
Riddle of dusk -
3.30 sun erased and burnt -
munched away by the Beaver Moon.
Riddle of night,
switch off the stars and shameless Moon -
the photographer's darkest room.
My shore turns blue as night advances towards Yule. Even each tide seems to take time to turn around... I sometimes feel strapped to that ride called Oblivion.