A moon ago, snow became the light and light the snow.
Female Staghorn Sumac, January 31, 2015
That’s the moon in the air behind. It fills it.
It was a beautiful time.
The cedar waxwings came and the rowans became them.
And the poplars burst into cedar waxwing flames.
Yeah, that’s the snow moon in behind again. There was no sky in those days.
But time did what time does, with lots of light and cloud and tricks and flashes that span the sky and it set its dogs loose to hunt a new moon.
Sun Dog, a-Hunting, Yesterday
And it’s here, chased right out of wherever the moon hides when it has other things to take care of.
It’s not a very big moon. But look what it has brought from its travels.
They’re not very many, but their trills and calls flood the air. It is a moon of music and joyous song. The red-winged blackbirds are here, even as the poplars open their wings.
They just came today, the males, the singers, seeing who can make the best tree-EEEE-eee-rrrrrr and trill. And look what else the sap moon has brought.
Blackbirds So High
That’s right …
Sagebrush Buttercup
They have brought the sun. All that in one moon! Look below, at Kalamalka Lake. That’s where the moon was hiding yesterday.
Oh my.
Categories: Atmosphere, Light, Nature Photography, Spirit, Sun
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Harold,
What a beautiful collection of photographs. Your use of colour and texture is amazing and I can’t help but remember the various sized and coloured heritage tomatoes spilling out of every imaginable container in your kitchen and dining room the day we visited, life at its richest and waiting to be tasted. Many of the photographs in the winter series have a sense of waning about them and, perhaps, this is what makes them feel so poignant and fragile. Heidi
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