I cry very easily. It can be a movie, a phone conversation, a sunset — tears are words waiting to be written. ~ Paulo Coelho
When I admire the wonders of a sunset or the beauty of the moon, my soul expands… ~ Mahatma Gandhi
I rounded the corner after snapping a picture of the sunset. Imagine my delight at seeing this view of the moonrise through a neighbor’s tree.
I had just photographed the moon and continued my walk when I heard a woman’s voice calling out, evidently to me, “Miss, Miss.” She hurried up to me as I turned to her voice. She was a short, elderly woman, and was apparently concerned that I might have taken a picture of what looked like a dead tree in her yard. I wonder who she thought I was and why I would do that. I introduced myself and explained that I was shooting the moon. She told me her tree was not dead, that it was coming back. I still don’t know her name but I’m happy for her tree.
At least one neighbor is ready for Halloween. I can’t help thinking that the ghastly hands would make a greater impact if they didn’t put them out so far in advance. Than again, I guess they don’t want to scare the bejeebies out of the little ones.
I will probably get stoned, or yelled at, or something horrible, for saying this, but I never have understood the football craze. I love sports. I just don’t particularly care for football. It seems barbaric to me. I think that statement puts me in a fairly small minority. We have a very diverse neighborhood. Many of my neighbors come from other parts of the US or from other countries. I don’t imagine all of them pull for the local team, the Carolina Panthers, but one neighbor does . This is the official Panther logo.
Home again. I am always surprised at how rapidly the sun drops below the horizon, casting a sort of purple over the landscape. It’s a quiet time, a gentle time, a gift.
There’s a sunrise and a sunset every single day, and they’re absolutely free. Don’t miss so many of them. ~ Jo Walton
Sunrise, Sunset — Piano Beautiful slide show.