Tonight's Moon looked enormous rising over the tree tops, though regrettably I didn't bring my camera, while hiking on a very hot summer evening. As a consolation prize, I did capture the Moon nestled in wispy clouds later in the evening, and it looked like this:
This Easter weekend—in accordance with the Julian calendar—I thought it would be appropriate to share an image of the setting Moon during sunrise, from earlier this month.
Spring in the Rockies means more daylight, but also a lot more rain. Sunny days happen, well, once in a Blue Moon. So, when a Blue Moon—literally—does emerge on the evening horizon, out comes the camera!
Whereas we are in a different Moon phase this Equinox season, I still thought it was applicable to share my unpublished Moon photographs from a few days ago. They make this time feel more complete, particularly having the simultaneous Sunset-Moonrise in one image!
Tonight's full Moon is the first time in a long time that I've been able to post my Moon photography, well, on time. Of course, the Moon is always different and always beautiful, which means that it is timeless, making out-of-order images perfectly fine. (I might just be saying that so as to justify all the upcoming photographs from the last few weeks!)
This particular manifestation is the smallest, that is, farthest full Moon of 2015. But that does not make its rise over the Rockies any less fairy tale-like, don't you think?
Snow and grass, mountains and valleys, sunlight and the rising Moon—these are the Rockies at their best, or, in the very least, their most multifaceted.
Sometimes, when the temperature rises above freezing, and everything around melts a little, I make snowballs for my dog. I throw them up into the air, and he waits for them to fall back with his mouth wide open. I suppose, he thinks of them as tennis balls that miraculously fall into a myriad pieces and disappear once he bites down. Well, actually, I have no idea what he thinks, other than the fact that he loves doing so.
That day, the Moon looked like one of those snowballs—that I had thrown up into the sky—that never came back.
Time to make another one for the dog.
A familiar landscape.
An equally familiar perspective.
Yet, amidst it appears the often out-of-the-ordinary, one-of-a-kind Moon—a baby crescent, cozily nestled in a miniature cloud.