I Like How the Moon’s Light Feels — Wednesday, August 25, 2021

Posted on August 25, 2021 by Dayphoto

Terry is out cutting the second field of alfalfa, one more to cut after this one. Then we wait for it to dry, so Terry can bale it.

The waning days of Summer are here, at least where we live and farm

There is still time to enjoy the warmth of the day and the cool of the evening.

And August’s full moon, as it scuds through the early morning sky

I love how moonlight feels—a brilliant bright flow of silver

Etched in shadows of corn or tree leaves or branches. Always lovely.

Sometimes covered in clouds,

Sometimes not, there is no heat to the Moon; just a shimmer of silver flooding the earth and everyone on it.

From my heart to your world,

Linda

The Moon-lighted Darkness— Monday, November 11, 2019

Posted on November 11, 2019 by Dayphoto

On a wee walk-about in

The moon-washed world

Boomer and I strolled taking photos in the November cold

The vibrations of the night were full of ghosts, sprites, elves, and Winter-time dwarves.

Prowling silently throughout the darkening land.

These wee unseen creatures stalking alongside the predators of the night

Shimmering mysteriously suddenly there

Adding to the unusualness of a star caught in the glow of the moon.

The world…strange, glowing, twinkling

Everything and everyone in the shadowy darkness

All caught in the silver moonlight.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

Stillness—Tuesday, November 28, 2017

Posted on November 28, 2017 by Dayphoto

We have a quarter of a moon right now…casting moonshadows through clouds scudding across the dark glittering surface called Sky

The fox kit looks very grown…the night camera caught him alert and watchful—listening in the quiet crisp air–he or she is very beautiful, I do believe

As the clouds crossed the moon he slunk away

Joined by his Mom…or a mate, I am not sure. (the tiny dots of lights are over the hill from us—are houses.)

Stillness clung to the earth as the sun started to rise

The day has begun

Still a little gift…while loading firewood the buck who likes to live behind the Tilehouse lifted himself up out of the canal just a few feet away from me traveling quickly down the corral road and into the back corn field.

Thankfully I was there and got to see him.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

The Bitter Cold Says Hush, Be Still—Sunday, January 8, 2017

Posted on January 8, 2017 by Dayphoto

It’s cold here! So cold that your lungs feel frozen when you try to breathe.

There is a hush upon the land, a stillness that says…shhhh, step softly, go carefully, do not disturb the silence of the sleeping earth.

The woodstove is a blessing!

Still there is a wonderful beauty of the evening sky—the jagged pink line of snow covered mountains

As the setting sun brings to us the darkness…flowing in quietly all around us

The brilliance fading into gray.

Still the moon, that heart stopping brightly glowing moon, teases me with the thought I could grab a bare branch, of the highest tree, and swing like a trapeze artist.

If I could do so I would be able to catch myself on the hook of that growing moon. Then I would skip and jump from one glowing star to another— walking among the vault of heaven, which arches over our magnificent earth.

From my world to your heart

Linda