Great weather has been our blessing here in the North-Western part of Germany since the lockdown over Covid19 began a few weeks ago. Mild weather, Spring bursting with color, birds chirping loudly and clear skies that go on for miles. That all somehow seems to soften the blow of the sad news of death and illness coming from all parts of our beautiful globe.
Last night was the second night of the super pink moon and I mustered the stamina to get out to the fields at moonrise to catch a glimpse, feel and an image of this beautiful phenomenon. I waited in the deserted dark field outside of our neighborhood for over two hours waiting and wondering if the moon has forsaken us. It was a clear sky shimmering with stars, but no moon to be seen. I called my friend Donna in New York to make sure she really saw it last night and that was a special moment connecting across the globe and chatting about our spinning sphere and the other spheres around it.
To make a long story concise, there was one single cloud and the moon was playing hide and seek behind it giggling and keeping me in quarantine in the dark field. I did some fun light painting as I waited and then chased the moon for a glorious half-hour as it emerged mimicking an orange sun. What a great reminder of how small we are and how beautiful our world is and how much there is still to explore.
Here are some images, some of just the moon in its showing off phase, and others are fun manipulations that I was tempted to create.
If I were to imagine a perfect place where I long to be when the world gets too noisy, and if I were to give it a color, it would most certainly be blue. Blue is soothing, calming, quiet, swirling, cooling, peaceful, deep, gentle…
Yes, that is where I would dream of sailing, into the blue
photo: composite of 2 photos: sailboats in Andalusia and Lea the little fairy
When the silvery day prepares to meet the golden night there is a moment of magic. It is like a desperate lover’s embrace, a holding on, knowing that they must soon be separated again. And in that moment of passion, golden sparks fly, a stillness descends on all who witness this daily miracle. It is the time of day that makes us sigh in awe of the magical planet we live on.
I am reading a book called Gilead, and in it I was moved by the character coming to the simple realization that the moon moves not in a circle around the earth, but in a spiral. I have always loved this contemplation of spirals in our universe and have loved to draw spirals repetitively.
Today, the second day in Boracay was a very internal kind of day for me. And I found that most of what I photographed was very close in, patterns, colors, shapes. Colors and lights stood out so much as part of what makes the beach area of Boracay what it is.