While half of March’s moon cycle I was housebound on Covid-19 lockdown, I’m lucky enough to have a sea view of sunrises and moonrises. Just as the sun at sunrise is a ball of hot pink coming over the horizon, the moon rises in a ball of flaming orange as she takes over the night sky depending on her cycle.
March’s moon takes its name from earthworms and grubs emerging from their winter’s “sleep'” as the ground thaws marking just one sign of Spring’s arrival. Imagine how many tales and secrets she could tell from being our constant companion up in the sky. How many wars, famines, viruses, life cycles, rebirth, changes the Earth has been through. She’s been up there watching it all without spilling anything. This year’s Worm Moon is a super moon as the moon’s a little closer to Earth. It’s the first of 3 this year, with April and May’s super full moons to come! Other March moon names include Crow, Sap, Crust and Sugar Moon. Continue reading “March 2020 Super Full Worm Moon”
February’s Snow Moon was a little special for the same reason Januarys’ Wolf Moon. I got to see it from the other side of the world! Oahu, Hawaii and the Big Sur, California!
Famed with trees like a two stag beetle stand off. Or spider. Pfeiffer Beach California
I’m not sure why I or us humans like the moon. Maybe like the sun it’s its constant yet ever changing predictable presence. Maybe it’s connection to nature. Maybe as its inspired thousands of stories. Maybe it’s its mystery. Maybe it’s because the night isn’t so dark, there’s light and light always triumphs the dark.
Anyways don’t forget to look up into the sky! Both the night and day sky and dream big!
Oahu Moon. In traffic the power lines caught my eye. Only later I noticed the moon! Okay, I know this is a bad shot, however as you’ll see in the next photoIt was only two days between the two shots. Five hours apart by plane. Two locations on Earth, difference perspective. Here a Big Sur Continue reading “February 2020 Snow Moon”
Every time I see one of Barcelona’s many cheeky parakeets a massive smile’s plastered on my face. Maybe it’s how they use the streets as arial streets, the flash of green as they fly by that does it. Maybe it’s how growing up in the English country side, tropical islands, animals and birds were only found in books, on TV or in day dreams. Our neighbour had peacocks which was as tropical as it got.
I’m not sure how colonies started appearing throughout Spain. Legend has it some escaped from shipping crates at the port or airport back in the mid 70’s. Continue reading “Cheeky Parakeets”