This Moon

I don’t think I’ll get over the moon
Only because it holds me still
In this timelessness
waiting
For relief and yet I still
myself because even
those that think they understand
really don’t
No one can know your sorrow
till you sing the song of it
to the solitary soul that waits
to hear it.
Maybe then I grow from it
a shared camaraderie
words not spoken but to this moon
that holds me still.

Still

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I’m over; the moon

I mostly like this shot, when I first saw the moon hit my horizon… below. I’m over; the moon because I’ve spent so much time trying to capture it.

Do a moon search here in my blog…because I’m over it. Kinda till the next one 😄

I never watched a moon set quiet like you

I never watched a moon set quiet like you. Fading slowly out of view. I panicked because I wanted it to last longer than it did. I was talking to a wonderful photographer friend of mine and they said, “Sweet girl don’t you know you saw the setting of the moon?” Something about that moved me deeply because I tried to focus my camera but as hard as I tried, the sweet moon slowly faded out of sight so I kissed the moon goodnight and the sun hello! Sweet Sun and Moon may you always grace my heart with your warmness and love!

Final eclipse photo

Here you can see the blood moon part. I love how the sky looked midnight blue! Did I mention to you that I love the sky?
There’s something about my Oklahoma sky that catches my attention and holds it! xoxo

Jan. 31, 2018 Super/Blood/Eclipse Moon

I noticed by the time it was full eclipse it was starting to get light and for some reason my camera faded everything. I tired to adjust it was I’d been standing outside for over an hour taking photos every 10 minutes or so. Angel and I had a great time!

Over…Being over the Moon

I used to always try to capture the full moons, till I realized it’s always the same moon. I knew this growing up as a kid but having the tools to look closer I seemed to get lost in the chase…maybe. I used to race home to get my tripod, me and Angel would traipse through the field to get just the right shot. Then one day, I just got over it. I lost the urge to photograph every single full moon. I can’t say why for certain, only that one day I just stopped. Tonight I decided to do it again.