Hurts the head when thinking what type of 12 hr dance the Earth and Moon had to do to get the Moon from what it was to where it ended… kept camera horizontal to earth-horizon….nice spin Moon, soft on your feet!! But considering we don’t ever see you spin, it must be us making…
Learned how to reach the Moon last night. It took a few hours and 1/2 a bottle of vino to orbit the exposure.. Now to perfect its landing… Moonrise over Minot Beach, North Scituate, Ma.
As sun rises I notice swirling ocean mist on Atlantic horizon. I pause…shoot…and look…The Atlantic phantom continues onward, in northerly direction, towards rising sun.. What are you? an optical illusion perhaps.. but you move….Maybe you are left-over exhaust from a large ocean-going vessel’s stack… but you are not dispersing….I set timer, fire once more,…
I think to myself ” If I were to gaze past rock and crashing wave; to swim east… when would I once again touch land…” Curiosity pulls at mind I check… similar Latitudes are my focus Oporto, Portugal… 3,153 miles away… Ok… Plain and simple; what do I find humbling… NATURE… Nature humbles me.
Three large trees in a line..Fell in the same direction.. Why did they topple? Why those three?…. Was it a heavy wind and they were the tallest trees, smallest trees, same type of tree? Did they have the most foliage and their branches could not bear the collected snow? Are they along a hidden…
From Hogwartsian Architecture, to Politic, to Church and School; Scituate is like many small New England towns: full of charm, lobsterman harbor, stack and spire….
Days would be long; the work hard; at the mercy of Nature, but you are a well learned partner; whose knowledge has been steeped and handed down generation to generation…Family and Simpler times it would be.