It’s a frosty dawn,
And the moon reflects in the still waters of the lake
Like a penny dipped in silver.
The golden trees are a tapestry of light.
Later on, we get to the little beach by the sauna house:
The moon is gone,
But not the beauty of a calm, early morning with frost.
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The dawn glowed apricot
And the moon hung gloriously golden in the sky.
Ruby loves jumping up onto rocks —
The higher the better.
Photo taken with my iPhone.
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Sunrise and it’s the autumn equinox:
The lake is still and beautiful
With rising mist in shades of pink.
The moon admires itself in the water –
Reflecting brightly like a silver penny.
(I’ve forgotten my big camera —
But as the saying goes, “The best camera is the one you have with you.”)
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Pour me a pink martini
Out of the sky;
Let my eyes get drunk
On the beauty —
Or serve up the moon
On ice instead.
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With such short days, sometimes the dawn
Is a silver coin of moon instead of the sun.
It is the misty blue hour
Of moon rising
When all seems possible
As a heron skims across life’s surface.
It brings to mind a lovely verse written by Rumi:
“Some nights stay up till dawn,
as the moon sometimes does for the sun.
Be a full bucket pulled up the dark way
of a well, then lifted out into light.”
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Nearly mid-November and a chill in the air.
Perfect weather for skinny dipping!
The moon slipped into the cool water with silver grace.
The dog looked longingly – in his familiar place – into the purple glow,
And gave into temptation —
Creating delicious ripples in the satin sheet of water.
In the last light of dusk,
A family of feathered beauties
Bathed in the purple moonlight.
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Telegraph wires, laden with snow, cross the twilight sky.
Now, the moon peeks boldly through
Leading the eye to a rainbow moonscape of snow.
What you see in life all depends on your perspective.
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After unseasonably warm weather, December finally got into winter mode with a sudden sharp frost
That let us walk on a carpet of diamonds.
And the moon – oh that glorious honeydew melon of a moon…
It hung in the early morning sky, a golden honey orb that painted the world in gold and silver and ice.
Here’s wishing you all a remarkable new year…
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It’s official! Thanks to Kelli in Denmark, I’m now sending off this catchy new tourism slogan to the Tourist Board: Welcome to Scandinavia: where the weather is out of focus even when you haven’t been drinking!
After the wet-washing-on-a-line kind of weather, Monday dawned clear and bright. As I picked my way carefully on the icy path at 6.45 am (out walking with the dog), I looked up to see the most wondrous moon setting behind the trees. It was ablaze – a glorious orange ball. I rushed back at break-neck speed to get my camera. (You need to understand that break-neck speed on a path of sheer ice is the equivalent of the speed of a snail…) Oh – the things I do for you, dear readers! Risk neck and limb to take a fabulous photo.
Unfortunately, this wasn’t it! The moon was nearly below the trees by the time I had slid my way back to a suitable shooting point. See that orange ball? That is the moon taunting me as it slides out of view.
But just imagine this: an enormous Chinese Lantern … without the gold lettering… and orange in colour… That’s right! A huge orange hanging in the sky. So big you could see all its dimples … its lunar cellulite, if you like.
And have you noticed how blue the photo is? Just one more bit of proof that winter is so cold it is blue!
I like it.