Moon from our window…

Cold moon…

Lovely moon rising yellow over the Clyde, black as a hunting cat. I should go to bed, but here I am taking photographs…

Posted on July 18, 2011 by Chris Goan

The moon pulls me

I am become sea

Moving

Tidal

Spring rises me

But the trough of neap

Will choke me yet

Amid the flotsam

Perhaps the moon will wane

And leave me in slack water

Floating high in thick brine

In the gentle

Darkness

Tonight the moon shines high over the river, lighting the flat water all silver.

And the moon wears a halo.

High wispy cloud is coming in- which means, in all likelihood, some bad weather.

No complaints from me- it has been glorious the last few days…

What a beautiful world we live in.