I didn’t make it to the lake. I had to stay home, so, I bundled up and sat on my back steps.
The little iPhone wasn’t happy about the cold but my big Canon camera did just fine.
The recordings are from the beginning of the eclipse to the first of the totality.
where does the universe begin, or the trees, or the clouds, or is it the moon I sense…
Luna cupped in the Creator’s hand.
– brought to my attention by my friend Scot as we were watching for birds.
moon oft reminds
mother for very first time
father full of Abba’s duty
star rising east
pales moon mist clouded
heavens foretell life shrouded
my heart weeps for their unseen loss
as donkey nears gate
careful of rider’s slight weight
seem to call tired trio home
tis birthing eve
journey now distilled
parents’ vows will be fulfilled
manger and promised birth await
Christmas Blessings to you this night and all through the year