Full moons are unpredictable. They can be calming and serene, or render me unable to sleep, restless and fidgety.
So I was curious what unrest the closest, largest moon in 20 years might bring.
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Rather ominously, this one emerged from the dirty smoke of mountain fire.
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The omens were not clear. Red hair and very blue hearts shouted a warning of dangerous and short-lived passion.
But then a stinky old fishing boat dedicated as a monument to eternal love argued of some powerful opposing juju.
So we deemed it safe to carry on wandering thought the hot, still electric dusk.
![I'm not usually a big fan on gimmicks and effects - this happened because I forgot the self-timer was on, and was busy moving on to the next photo, not realising the previous one was still busy. When I saw how appropriate it looked I repeated the zoom-during-slow-shutter-release, but the deliberate attempt looks like they always do - cheesy and artificial. I reassure myself that half the art in photography is image selection.](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4e3AautmnPfhsPPA8k6fYWbS8jgk-Ww7_WOqBC9eEShKr3sA4l8ZB5SrXYH2l5PO_GLljehabjQGsxB3mgD8uwiSO09zIMBnwAzUAbFmBVdrEUsg4fdC1_Ufgy5vKaFtLr3lIVVpLqTM/s1600/2011_03_19-Kalk-Bay-lights-from-harbour-Perigee-moon-photo-Donovan-Kirkwood.jpg)
Where every kind of person dipped their poles into the oily sea along the harbour wall.
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And night was luminous day.
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I did have a love affair that evening.
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But it was brief. Maybe 20 seconds before they walked into the blue night.
Then my True Love brought me to my senses with a single look and took me home.
And I slept very, very well.
(If the post title reference was too obscure, you clearly haven't watched Moonstruck enough times.)
I have watched Moonstruck but not enough times.
ReplyDeleteCosmo had no other love but Rose...
Well remembered. And the huge moon of the movie also only came around once in a very long while.
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