Light of the Moon: January 2005

Sunday, January 30, 2005

Coming of the dawn

Coming of the Dawn

They had walked for long in the dark without star or moon to guide or give them light. The boy and the old man. The old man aways in the lead. His footing sure. He was like an old tree. Twisted with many growth lines. The boy was young and smooth skin with wolf wild hair that kept getting into his eyes so that he would have to brush it away constantly.

After walking for so long it seemed to the boy that his legs would drop off from his body and his head would roll away the old man stopped and sat down on the moist earth and grass. The boy knew they were finally at their destination. The shaman was finally going to show him magic. This was it. This was the moment he was sick with the yearning for. This was the thing that haunted his every moment. Magic! Now, he the apprentice would finally begin to learn the secrets. Today, the old man had promised to show him magic. The boy was impatient. He wanted it NOW. He knew better than to bother or plead the old man. At best he would be ignored or it might bring him a cuff to the ear.

They sat the night and all around them the most beautiful songs of birds could be heard. The edge of the sky blanket began to brighten a lighter blue and the lens of his soul registers new shapes in the light. He saw trees with branches all curled and trying to touch the sky. Finally came the glowing glory of the coming of the dawn. the horizon seemed to seem on fire with the fierce orange glow.

"Look," said the old man pointing at the horizon. "Magic," he said as he pointed. And they sat and watched a new day be born together.

Friday, January 28, 2005

Blanket of Earth and Sky

Blanket of Earth and Sky

Held on silvered wings we slipped above a blanket of Earth and Sky.

Well... I am back! This photograph is another that I took from an aircraft window on the way to Spain. I so much like the way those mountains wear a cloak of cloud mist and the way the whole of the Earth is spread below.

One thing I find interesting, hav you noticed how many people look at the window when flying? There are actually not many! I am always bouncing to have a window seat! No matter how long the journey, I am always enthralled and enchanted by the magic and beauty of it all. I mean ... WE ARE FLYING! and look how beautiful man magical everything is and yet hardly anybody is looking.

Author Arther C. Clark said something like "When we lose our sense of wonder we are no longer human."

Late....

Well, almost 2:10 am here... very late. The world is all wrapped up in a deep dark blanket and slumbering.... Am too tired now to find, resize, add borders, and post up a photograph. I am going to my bed with my wishes and my dreamings :-)

I will update the blog in the morning when my brain is working once again! Until then, this is La Luna... signing out :-)

Goodnight...

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Thursday, January 27, 2005

Liquid Silver

Liquid Silver

Saw the water and had to take it in black and white. Looked exactly like melted silver... magical :-)

Tuesday, January 25, 2005

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A tiny rambling! I just want to say Arrrrrgggggg! Blogger is really irritating me recently. It's so S L O W dammit! I'm trying to surf other blogs and leave comments. The real problem is when I am trying to leave comments and it takes F O E V E R to load so I can leave a comment and then the same when I hit "save comment." I have given up trying to leave comments today on others blogs. It's just impossible! It's been this way for a couple of days and getting worse. Anybody else having these problems? I know it's not my net connection because other pages are loading just fine. Damn thing. Hummmfff.

On another note. I just wanted to thank all those that have been leaving comments. I have really enjoyed your comments. It's really great to read what your interpatations of my pictures are and how you view my words. So a big thank you for making it so fun and interesting! Great bunch of people out there :-)

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OK, im really pissed off with blogger :-( I'm trying to post this and getting problems. I try to edit about 5 times and it won't do what I want to do!!! I'm too fed up to post anything else today. Stay tuned. Photo and prose tomrrow :-)

Monday, January 24, 2005

Anticipation of her arrival

Waiting for her... waiting for the comming and the golden light and the glory of the dawn.

Stayed awak all saturday night. Got to a certain point and decided I wanted to just stay up the entire night and try to capture the dawn over the forest! With coffee and bacon sandwich inside me to proctect me from cold and tiredness I braved the cold of London. Got there aroudn 6:15 in the morning with everything still in darkness but with the faintest hint of a lighter shade of blue at the horizon. Listened to birdsong, crow calls, and watched the comings and goings of the bats. So peaceful. It was wonderful. Most do more things such as that. Anyway, as you can see I managed to capture the dawn light :-)

On another note... I have gone back to just posting the pics directly to here. I much prefere the look and anyway there are not that many people that use 800X600 these days!

Shadow of the Dream

They are Shadow of dream. When the power of the King of day wanes. When the last of his light fades to red and then is swallowed by the darkness... this is when the shadows creep out. The crows are the shadows from the dream land. They fill the world with dream and magic while mother moon looks on. Just a few fragments of the night are left to the day so that the moon may see and hear what goes on in the daylight hours. Crows are the shadows. Crows are the dreaming of magic.

Hope you like the picture of my crow! I love crows! I think it has to be my fave animal. They are so dark and mysterious animals. They always represent magic to me.

On another note you can see I have switched to using flicker like everybody else! This is because it was pointed out that not everybody has a high resolution so the site my appear to be squashed up for them and also it will be more non-broad band friendly. Plus the advantage is good to be able to click on the image and get a really nice big view of it! :-) Well... for now this is my choice. For now at least :-D

Sunday, January 23, 2005

Parisian Window

Parisian Window

"Do you see that window, Luke? She lives there at no. 9 Rue de amor. And now I will go up to her, I will knock upon her door, throw myself at her feet, I will be on my knees, and I will declare my eternal love for her! She is the most beautiful woman in the whole of Paris!!!"

"You, my friend, are crazy"

"Well, you have to take life by the bollocks! Do you not, Luke?"

"Jean, my friend, you are CRAZY!

"And you can only repeat yourself. You are afraid to live!"

"I am afraid you have a screw loose and anyway your intended has a screw loose."

"Do NOT talk about my love that way, you are a scoundrel"

"You hardly know her"

"She is my intended"

"She is crazy as you are. Everybody knows that. She is called the mad woman! You both make a good pair!"

"She is beautiful and she is my love"

"You get this way. You do not even listen to me. Are you listening?"

"We will have a passionate affair for some months and then be married"

"You are not listening."

"I must not delay. I must go to her. She is calling my name."

"From what I hear she has called quite a lot the names of men."

"What do you say!?"

"So you are listening to me?"

"You are a scoundrel"

"I am sane."

"I go now"

"fine"

"Will you wait for me?"

"I will wait for you. Do I not always wait when you get like this and do something stupid?"

"I will go."

"Fine."

....

"Well? How did it go?"

"I do not want to speak of her again."

"Did you throw yourself at her feet and declare your love?"

"I did."

"What happened?"

"She told me that God had led me to her door"

"She told you that?"

"She told me that"

"She is crazy!"

"She is a man woman! People in this city are crazy"

"No doubt about that, my friend."

"It is a good thing we are sane, no?"

"Very, now shall we have that coffee?"

Hope you like the photo and text that accompanies it :-) The window is not really from Paris! The last time I went to Greenwich, here in London, there was a window above a shop that caught my eye. It seemed so exotic and from another time and place. I had to take a photo. I especially liked the number 9 there. It made me think of some place in Paris so hence the title and the text I came up with.

Friday, January 21, 2005

Poem - Down Beneath

Thrice ringed with roses,
And sky blue poesies,
Cold as winter,
Her grave stone stood,
With sadness tangled heart,
And snow cold tears of grief,
I kissed the stone,
Just once,
And began to dig,
To what lay down down beneath,
Till my love was free from the black loam,
I kissed her just once,
Naked white bone,
And then,
Took her home.

This was an older poem that I wrote. Not normally the kind of thing I write. A short dark horror story in the form of a poem. Hmmm, must have been overdosing on Poe at the time :-D Anyway, hope you like.

Thursday, January 20, 2005

Her beautiful face in the night

Her Beautiful Face in the Night

Her face, half turned, smiled in the dark. All I could think of was her beautiful face in the dark.

Another moon photo!What do you think of her? Isn't she beauitful? I was so amazed when I saw the photo I had captured. Changed my method of taking photos of the moon and now have this detail. Isn't she so beautiful? Were I a wolf, I would sing for her all night long. My songs would be love songs and the trees would be haunted with the poignant remembrance for many days to come...

Wednesday, January 19, 2005

And my Bones for the Trees.

And my Bones for the Trees.

Day was fading fast in the autumn forest. Shadows were becoming bold, painting once bright spaces with their dark. Very soon the forest would be engulfed, swallowed whole by the night.

He moved slowly through the cathedral of dark branches. Feet ghosting over leaves. His voice calling out, "GRANDPA!" He had been searching and calling out from midday. His calls becoming more urgent as he walked between silent giants. The trees said nothing. As always they only watched. Finally he found grandpa buried under a pile of golden leaves.

"Grandpa?"

He moved closer to the old one. Closer. Closer. He felt fear's winter touch his summer heart. He couldn't see if Grandpa was breathing: His eyes were closed. "Grandpa? Do you hear me?" Leaves fell to the ground and the giant oaks watched as he approached. The forest held its breath in the silence. Grandpa’s eyes flew open! The young one jumped back in a blur of startled motion, flying leaves, and with a loud crash that the forest seemed to greatly disapprove of. Those eyes, oh those eyes, grandpas eye glowing like fire.

"I am old," groaned Grandpa.

"Awwwww, Grandpa, I wish you wouldn't talk that way!"

"I am old," he repeated softer than before and then said, "memories flash away from me like silverfish when I try to catch them. The sun doesn't warm me any more as it once did. Irs almost like it has given up on me now. I ache."

"Been looking for you"

"I have been sleeping here with this coat of leaves to keep me warm. I have been sleeping all day long."

As they talked, Like death come home, the setting sunlight turned the colour of blood as the day surrendered to the supremacy of the night. A cool night breeze carried with it dark forest smells of green and black, brown and amber. Roots, earth, plants and death things. Grandpa stood, copper coat of leaves drifted silently to the dark earth.

"I was once young, in the summer when it was warm and death was a but a black dream. I was young and powerful. I was a leader. I was a KING. The gaze of my eyes was enough to pin my enemies to the spot, caught like trapped mice." Grandpa sighed. The silence lay between them like oceans.

"One day, you will be a leader! You have the blood of KINGS burning through your veins."

"GRANDPA!"

"Yes, it is true, you will be king, you have your father's blood and you have my blood burning in you. It is the blood of kings. I see they look at you with fear and lust for a kill. They are searching for a weakness. DON'T show them one. You must not or they will be upon you like crows to a corpse. They will drink your blood with a terrible thirst."

I'm not ready," he said, hanging his head low, turning from those gleaming eyes.

"No, you are NOT ready! But one day, one day, you will be ready, you will lead us all." He sniffed the damp air. Night has spread into the forest as they had talked. Shadows pooled under a bone white moon.

"Soon I will be gone. Soon I will die."

"Don't, don't, talk that way! It makes me afraid"

Grandpa smiled and said "I see the fear like fireflies in your eyes. The heart beating faster? That's living, young one. YES, I will DIE very soon, but I'm not afraid to die. I have never been selfish and gladly will give my flesh to the forest to feed and my bones to the trees."

Night sat in a throne of dark green ivy and thorns. The night filled the forest and ruled. Night things stirred from their holes and places. Things real and some not quite moved in the dark. Death seemed closer now than ever... Its laughing skull seemed hidden by the shadow.Death seemed so very very close. Grandpas eyes were closed again. He shivered and moved closer to grandpa. Grandpa spoke softly and quickly. "Will you remember me when I'm gone? Will you SING for me each moon? PROMISE!?"

"I WILL"

Grandpa smiled in the dark. "Then, I am not afraid to die for I will be immortal. You will sing my songs and I will live in them" The two of them lay wrapped in the spicy scent of leaves. Time had no meaning. There was only warm bodies and companionship. Time had no meaning at all here, if only for a while.

They hear it from deep in the woods. The lone haunting cry of a wolf howl. Another added to the chorus and then another and then another until the forest was filled with it. Every tree and leaf seemed to quiver with the sound. The woodland shook with it. The very earth trembling at the ancient sound. Suddenly, grandpa threw back his head and HOWLED with eyes blazing fire yellow in the darkness. The sound of grandpas howl always brought a spider soft shiver crawling down his spine. Thought gave way to instinct. Ears flattened he joined his own unique voice to the song. Each voice distinct and each strand of the song different.
Hearts raced and blood boiled. They merged with the forever and sang to the moon and stars as they had done for millions of years and more. Grandpas eyes were on fire.

"I'll die soon die I am old, but not tonight. Tonight. We hunt. Tonight I'm young." With that, he raced off like a grey ghost into the dark. Grandson followed grandpa with joy in his heart and the beating of his own blood in his ears. They raced through moonlight woodlands. They joined the pack. They raced together in the dark. Blood and glory under the moon. AH, now that was living. Tonight was not a night for dying.

THE END.

Tuesday, January 18, 2005

A Little Night Music

A Little Night Music

The deep black blanket night was frosted with ice bright stars and in the centre hung the queen of the night in her misty pale dress - the Moon. Soon after the moon and stars had taken their place the music of the night began. First the wind roused and sang her melancholy song to the moon. The song of the wind was the song of the west, spiced with the scent of the earth. The wind sang her songs all soft and mournful to the glowing night queen and her frosted consorts.

Next the trees joined in the night music. Those old oak trees waggled twiggy fingers and waved wooden arms as if conducting the songs of the night. Their music of the trees was the soft tap, tap, tap, tapping of their fingers on frozen window panes.

The wolves joined to the song next. Wolf song broke out like a bird of prey from misted muzzles and sang straight to the moon! The wolves sung and howled and the Moon, who smiled on them, bathed them in her light. Wolves are special to the moon, as are crows and owls. It was the owls that added to the serenade of the wolf with hoots and toots and woots to the night.

Can you hear it? Do you hear that? It's just a little night music playing for the queen of the night who watches in her beautiful silver dress along with her frosted star courters.

Monday, January 17, 2005

Resplendent in her cloak of clouds

Resplendant in her cloak of clouds

She showed her silver self in the daylight. Silver bright and resplendant in her misty cloak of cloud. The world was just a little bit brighter after her day dancing....

Another shot from yesterday!!! More of her... stay tuned! :-)

Daylight Moon

Daylight Moon

It was about 2 in the afternoon. I was coming home with some shopping. I had just reached my my place when I looked up and there was the moon hanging in the clear blue sky!!!! WOW!!!!! I ran in, put my shopping down, grabbed my camera, and rushed back outside in excitement!!!

I found a small tree stump to lean on so my camera would be steady. Then... I shot, and I shot, and I shot, and I shot. I pretty much shot until the camera was exhausted and me too from kneeling and holding the camera steady for so long! But it was worth it! I have so many great shots of the moon in the day time! Such wonder! Such magic! Such beauty! I will post up more shots soon of her in day time. She really blessed me today. I have some with the moon in the blue sky with clouds passing by so will post one of those up next. I wanted to post this one up first as it's such a beautiful close up of her.

Well, that's it for now. I will just up now and it's late anyway. Isn't the world amazing? They tell children that there is no such thing as magic but they are wrong. They are really wrong. Look around. You will see. The magic and the wonder of it all.

Saturday, January 15, 2005

Heart in the Night

Heart in the Night

Again something a little different. This is a painting by me. I did it quite some time ago. Anyway, I hope you like it. My skills as a painter are very much lacking but I was really happy with how it turned out. I had great fun in painting it, messy fingers! :-D Having fun is the main thing in art and in life.

Friday, January 14, 2005

Sky though the fingers

Sky though the fingers

I looked at the beautiful blue sky with it's cotten candy clouds and sighed at the beauty of trees and clouds...

Time for another photograph. You just knew it would not be long before there was another sky, right? :-) I hope you like this photo. Actually, I am kind of obsessed with the sky as viewed against the bare arms and fingers of winter trees. I will shoot more of these shots. Stay tuned... :-)

Poem: Château

Something a little different today. HEHE, like to keep everybody on their toes! This is a poem that I wrote a long time ago. It's just a very fun and silly poem. It just came to me one day out of the blue, as the best ones do, and it made me laugh. Ah, well... hopefully gives you a smile also!

Château

There is a château
Made of gateau
With cherry flavour halls
Where
The prince
Throws wild and sticky balls
Outside, along the lollipop promenade
There's a great pool of frizzy lemonade
And who built the pool
Why, it was a crazy old fool
Who had only one eye
And spoke in lazy lullaby
All around the grounds
The walls are made of ginger bread
And its said
That it was raised by an army of undead
By a witch queen
That lives in a shed
At the bottom of the lawn
All in all...
Its a most peculiar place!

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Wednesday, January 12, 2005

Three Beams by the Sepia Sand

Three Beams by the Sepia Sand.

Down by the velvet moss, down by the sepia beach, and down by the ocean edge where there stands three black beams of wood. They stand like giant's teeth in the cool sand. I wonder. I wonder. I wonder if the giant is still down there in the dark earth? I wander if he is a wander? I wonder if that giant will come back some day.

Another photo! I really like this photograph. The colours are great and the way it divides into three separate parts. The green moss, the black wooden beams, and the sepia sand.

Tuesday, January 11, 2005

Fiction: Did I dream this?

His hazelnut eyes blinked. So close to her moonglow face, her full cherry lips, and those beautiful eyes. Her blue grey eyes. Blinked. She spoke in silence with the language of body, heart, mind ,and soul. Outside the jealous wind moaned. It spoke the language of nature. Cocooned inside the cabin of wood, heavy with sap scent, we could hear the wind keening.

Eyes flare open. Sunlight bursting though the window. Bed sheets: vast, cold, ice fields. Large and lonely empty arctic space. His arms around and holding himself. The alarm clock still buzzing. Fingers, crawling, reaching, fumbling and finally finding the button. Silence. Thick. Summer spread out beyond the window with green hills. A road led someplace. Houses crouched low and grey on the horizon. He thought, did I dream this? He blinked.

Some of them were broken: Grave stones jutting from the ground with dark green weeds abound. In places there were flowers. Bright and beautiful visitors among the drab grey of the grave stones. The sky was pebble grey. The light. The light was grey. Everything. Names forgotten. Names remembered. Names everywhere. Death everywhere. His fingers touched the side of his neck. Remembering even as the tears etched coldly down his face, but did I dream this? He blinked.

She sat in the centre of the grainy wooden floor wrapped in a white rose sheet. His warm hands moved under the sheet and around her waist. Warm. His lips moist against hers. Electric. Hot and falling, both of them entangled together. I wish this moment forever. He wished the moment forever would last forever. Kisses crawling across her neck like delicious romantic spiders. He blinked. Did I dream this?

Did we dream this?
Whisper.
"Hello?"

-- The End.

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Monday, January 10, 2005

Follow Me

Follow Me...

Hope you like this photo. It's very strange photo. I won't add much text to this one as it's such an enigmatic shot that would spark the imagination that I prefer the photo stand for itself.

Sunday, January 09, 2005

Sky Bridge

They built a bridge across the sky. We would walk across the bridge on sunny days with our fingers trailing in the mist of the clouds. We would walk along the bridge with held hands, fingers locked together, as the wind races and whistled around us. We would stroll along the sky bridge every Sunday. We looked down and watched the green continents drift like clouds and the tiny specks of birds drifting like dust motes. Sometimes we walked over the section of the sky bridge that covered the oceans of blue and marvelled at the curve in the Earth. We always finished our walk wind swept and cold but my kisses on her lips were always hot at the end of the sky bridge journey.

I hope you like this photo. Another sky shot but this one a little different. When I came across this I knew I had to photograph it. I hope you enjoy the photo. Enjoy your stroll along the sky bridge :-)

Saturday, January 08, 2005

Green Home

Green Home

Take me away to my green home. To scent of grass. To lay under endless blue skies. To drift with bird songs under old oak trees...

This was taken in the summer. It's a photo of the forest that is near me. It's not a very large forest but I am very glad to have it near me. Forests are very special to me. They are beautiful places of magic, wonder and calm :-) I hope it brings you some of that when you see the photo :-)

Friday, January 07, 2005

Poem: Vampire.

Dedicated to the lady of the night ;-)

Vampire.

I am the shadow in the night
I am the hot breath on your neck
The freezing spine shiver
I am the hunter
I am wild and free
Running
Though star lit nights
Blood drenched
Soul on fire
I am Vampire.
I am thirsty...

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Thursday, January 06, 2005

Oh give me the wings to soar skies with them.

I want to tumble upward

To break the chains of the Earth

I want to touch the sky with trembling fingers

Embrace the heat of sun with trembling love

Go -

fly, fly, fly

In clouds and sunsets sky

Oh give me the wings fly

Back again with another photo! I hope you like this photo and it takes you flying with those birds as they race and glide on currents of air.. I like this one very much.

As I was posting this photograph inspiration struck me. With breath held and fingers flying as I typed this out. I know lady fate is fickle with her kisses and so I am always thankful when she chooses to kiss me with art and creation. I also hope that you like the poem. As I said, it was written in just a few seconds.

So... a photo AND a poem today! Two for one ain't bad ;-) lol

Wednesday, January 05, 2005

Poem: Wooden Heart

Wooden Heart

Would that my heart was wood!
My heart would smell honey sweet
and scented sawdust fresh
And be filled with
spirals and swirls
and circles
It would have sticky sap for blood
My heart would be coated in gruff bark for protection
Wish my heart was wood
I would mark my years in cirlces
In songs of oak
In dreams of verdant green leaves.

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Tuesday, January 04, 2005

They listen to the waves

They listen to the waves

They gather together dressed in ghost white feather to talk about the waves and listen the songs of the waves.

Another one of our friends the birds! :-) I really like seagulls so happy to get some shots of them. I am happy with this photo. I hope you like the photo too! :-)

Monday, January 03, 2005

She Rests Her Wings

She rests her wings.

She came so far carried on the wind that had brushed lovers lips and touched mountain tops. Racing with the wind, wings held out tight, and shadow bright on the Thames. She came so far carried on the wind and her wings. At last she finds some rest...

Well... finally got out and had my first real good photo shoot with the new camera today! I shot myself silly :-D Over 200 photo pictures taken, left wishing for another 200... I need another memory card! :-D

The sky was wonderful and laid across the world like a fresh blue silk sheet Later some impressive clouds came driven by the icey wind. I walked along the river where the wind was singing and so wonderfully cold on my skin. I walked from Charlton to Greenwich. There was so many interesting and beautiful things to take photos of!

I had a wonderful time there taking photos there today. For sure I will go back another time. Well, hope you like this one! More photos to come from my photo shoot, so stay tuned :-)

Well, I have been very talkative today so will sign off in a moment. I just wanted to mention the reason I like photography so much. As you go though life there are many beautiful and interesting things to see. Going with the camera helps reinforce the eye and heart to notice those things.

Sunday, January 02, 2005

Goodmorning Barcelona

Goodmorning Barcelona!

Me and Barcelona awake together...

Since Barcelona was mentioned recently... here is a picture that I took of her just waking up :-) Hope you like it! This was taken on the first morning of my holidays and adventures in the city of Bareclona, Spain. This is the early morning view from the roof top garden at the hostel where I stayed in the outskirts of Barcelona. It's located in a placed called Horta. There were many more mornings and many more adventures in Barcelona!

Saturday, January 01, 2005

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYBODY!

Well, it's finally here. The clock ticks. Our hearts tock... Here we go again. Let's hope it's a year that's full of of wonder and light.

Wishing you all...

HAPPY NEW YEAR! :-)

My very best wishes

- La Luna -