I took this photo one day ago at 3 am
One day ago was the lunar eclipse I already knew that it was imminent because I read about it on SamArtdDog’s blog.
In preparation for this rare event, David took an early evening nap and then exulted in the midnight air and lingering outside in front of our house, popped in and out to report. About two am he urged me to come out and take a look because it was starting to happen. He sounded both alarmed and excited.
I scrambled to put on boots and coat over pyjamas but if it hadn’t been chilly I could have run out naked because there wasn’t a soul to be seen except for a lonely car delivering the Globe and Mail. I took a bunch of pictures and thought I would return to my bed. But at 3 am I was summoned to return to the street. It was magical! Truly! I snapped more photos (the moon shot from a cannon) and then I did go back to bed so I missed the grand finale and curtain call. ah well - she shrugs
Of course the members of the Flat Earth Society have their own interpretation – they said that the shadow could have been cast by any celestial body.
Many lunar eclipses ago in my green faux suede dress and hand crafted Russian boots, I wrote a poem to the moon. It goes:
The moon is a womb and a moldy sigh,
Soured in wine and three days high.
Below are two unfinished drawings that I consider to have a moon like quality which I title 'Waiting for the Moon'
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