Winter Nights

There is a very big place in my heart reserved by the winter sun. I may complain about it sometimes, but never in the winter, when its gentle glow is deeply felt, and greatly appreciated.

But so too are the nights. Black as tar, every minute detail is amplified by the lens of the cold.

And if you experiment, you can capture that spooky essence which I think our ancestors knew a lot about.

Winter nights are for ghost stories and dark secrets.

They are also full of magic.

 

 

Summer Insomnia

It’s not all bad.

I was trying to take photographs of the moon on the night of the eclipse and supposed blood-moon. It was the one day we had cloud cover and thunderstorms. I could hardly begrudge that!

I’m not much of a photographer, but the arrangement of Venus and the Moon over the pinesĀ  was beguiling.

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A little murky, sadly, but I could see it with my eyes, and it was magical.

 

After spending the night with the moon, it would be rude not to hang around for the sun.