These full moon photos were taken two nights ago, the first in the gloaming and the second around 2:00 a.m. Both this photo and the one below were taken from my back porch. This is the gloaming, that time between dusk and dark, when the night has yet to stake her claim and the day is relinquishing her hold. The word ‘gloaming’ is Scots, meaning to glow; for beautiful photos of the gloaming, click here.
Most full moons have at least two names, sometimes more. The Full Buck Moon, in July, is called so because it’s when the new antlers of buck deer erupt in velvety fur coatings. Other names are Full Thunder Moon because of the frequent storms as well as Full Hay Moon. All the names are appropriate, don’t you think? Thanks to the Farmer’s Almanac, a lot of this information is still available and I am grateful. I tend to do things by the signs and the Almanac helps me know when to do what
This photograph was taken when I turned around and saw I’d left the door open to the mud room. The way the light is spilling out of the house, positioned against the full moon, pleased me.
Old ways and old days fascinate me. Oh no, it’s not that I want to live at any other time than now because I figure this is where and when God wants me and that’s fine by me. The Bible says, somewhere, but I can’t recollect just now, that each generation becomes weaker and loses a bit more knowledge. So, when folks think we’re so all fired smart because we’ve placed men on the moon or have a telephone that can take photos, send e-mails and the like, it’s best to remember we’ve, more than likely, already lost more knowledge than we hold in our hands. If you doubt, just think of the Inca’s Machu Pichu located in the Andean Mountains or Stonehenge in Great Britain constructed in the Neolithic period. Few know about Armenia’s stonehenge called Karahundj or Carahunge. Stonehenge was constructed around 4000 BC but Karahundj was constructed 3,500 years earlier in the Sissian region of Armenia.
Dave and I have been to Karahundj and it is, in a word, Amazing! The 204 stone observatory stands on a lonely, wind swept hillside and many of the stones have holes in the top center that are directed on the horizon and toward space.
“Miss Emma, Miss Emma! Calling Miss Emma! Are you ready for your closeup, Miss Emma?” She sure looks ready. Look at those cute little paws crossed and the beguiling way she stares at the camera. She’s taking a break in my red yarrow; yes, the same red yarrow I grow as a dye plant. Oh well. At least Miss Emma will bring just as much enjoyment, perhaps more so, than does the red yarrow.
Blessings ~ travel ~ all of creation’s beloved ~ a helping hand ~ the moon ~ the early morning sun ~ gloaming ~ currants ~