A knock at the door It’s a cool night come calling Rustling of leaves Signals remembrance Now at day’s early slumber Perhaps I can again visit those murmurations Most enchanting.
The newly planted winter garden promises growth that has become impossible in the summer heat. Lettuces and such love this cooler weather. Once again I will traverse to the lake where my little blackbirds swing and sway to the light of the moon. It has been a long two weeks in our home. The virus which shall not be named visited us. It has left, but its mark remains on some of us (no taste, tired) . I was fortunate with minimal symptoms. Tomorrow I’m back to work. Multiple exposures from 2018
The incidence of the angle to the sun Relative to the distance The minor variance Affecting the whole of our world
Glancing at Venus Conversing with the moon Behind the cloud The red of sun Splashed for ambience
We’re entering The dark sector Of revolution and rotation A cosmic wonder
My thought “Days are getting shorter” Is an insult To the reality of this grandeur
I’ve been so busy with “stuff” and have had few opportunities to create images. My heart fell when I witnessed such a beautiful sight last night. The moon and Venus (or Mercury?) claiming a stupendous “good night” to the day’s end. I could only appreciate it in passing. Responsibilities. Soon the blackbirds will return to the lake in their murmurations. I must make time for this.