My camera died last summer, and so did my cat. It’s been sad, lonelier and boredom stroke.
I had to get a new phone recently and this one has a camera. I had no idea just how much I actually missed taking photos. I captured this one through a telescope, I think it turned out really nice. I need to get me a new camera!!
Long sleepless nights praising Mother moon, I love the night especially the light in the night sky, an open book of neverending stories and wonder. We have a special relationship, the moon and I.
Photo: moon as seen from Lisbon, around 10 PM, 24/04/18. Got her good
“The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,
White as a knuckle and terribly upset.
It drags the sea after it like a dark crime; it is quiet
With the O-gape of complete despair. I live here.
The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.
Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls.
How I would like to believe in tenderness —
The face of the effigy, gentled by candles,
Bending, on me in particular, its mild eyes.”
in The Moon and the Yew Tree, Ariel, Sylvia Plath