“The night sky is getting a reddish hue, not the usual blues tonight!” Gun Roswell H is for half of the moon over the roof topsEvery now and again it there popsThe circular motion never stopsFilling the night skies with bright lightNever again having the darkness to frightThe moon protecting even at half powerLetting us n the star dust showerBut even with all is mightIt has to leave, before the…
“The moon has many faces, even if it may just show the one to us“ Gun Roswell The many faces of the moon The shiniest of balls coming out at night After winning against the sun its eternal fight Hanging there on the spot regular as the work of the clock The moon may be half or less its size, or full which is nice The way printed onto sky, looking like a permanent smile Depending naturally…
“The night or the day, no matter which way you decide to cypher it, the moon is out there, hanging above even if somewhat dimly lit“ Gun Roswell The moon noir The moon was out, hanging above in the clear blue sky, nothing there to spy, not really, but it could have as easily have been in the middle of the night, as the light, was so dim. Either because of the timing, being that of summer, the…
“The moon is setting, making way for the rising sun, if you are letting it, but perhaps try time to stall” Gun Roswell The setting moon The moon will be gone, for a moment at least, while the sun rises, but hey, it’s all good, as the glowing dusty ball, will be right back there again when the night starts to fall, and then, once again, basking under the moonlit sky, with a heavy hearted sigh,…
The Moon in the Morning Sky
“There is a moon still up there in the skies, even if it is time for the sun to rise” Gun Roswell The Moon in the Morning Sky There is always some kind of a surprise, for us mere mortals when you look up there into the great skies. Sometimes, a star arises where you least expected it to, or then, perhaps some visitor from a far can be seen in their small ship running fast. But, I guess the more…
Up there in the high skies, the moon spies us
“The moon is always shining, up there in the high skies, even if it is not so bright” Gun Roswell Up there in the high skies, the moon spies us The day bright and full with sunshine, the skies blue as can be, but there is one thing so totally off and perhaps even wrong, as there is something up there too, mixing with the calmest and coolest of hues. Any that, is the dimly lit moon, hovering…
The blue side of the moon
“The moon in the blue sky – isn’t it a tad too early for it to be showing?“ Gun Roswell The blue side of the moon It was still too early, the skies all blue and surly, as if being unaware of the stalker out there, doing its thing, even if it was not the time for the moon to sing. So, the question remained as to why this keeper of light of the darkened night, was now out there at this time of…
“La Luna, The Moon, La Lune, Kuu, the sacred child has many names, and who can blame, it’s picture perfect the way she hangs out there in the night sky” Gun Roswell The Moon again She hangs there again, with her many friends. The stars. They are like some sort of a celestial gang. A tough one at that. But they only come out at night. Well, mostly. As I have seen them sometimes too, when there…
Two lights in the night sky
“In the darkened night, it is hard to get by, at least, without a flashlight, you know!” Gun Roswell Two lights in the night sky The path ahead as dark as the night itself, as I very well forgot to take a torch with me on this journey across the swell of the nightly scenery, as during the day, it is an easy thing, just a step, hop and a skip really, but the feeling in the middle of the night,…
The two faces of the moon today
“The moon is either hidden or visible, with so many sides to it, crescent, half and even full“ Gun Roswell The two faces of the moon today The moon stood proud without any kind of shroud covering its face in the blue skies, right in the middle of day light, even if it had been several hours for it to already say good night despite the morning hours, but due to its nature, the day was the moon’s…
Tales of the moon 3 Perspective of the moon
“But it looks so small, hanging by itself, up there, in the stratosphere” Gun Roswell Tales of the moon 3 Perspective of the moon When looking through the lens, at the night skies mighty and high, something seems quite off or even bent. As the large and wide image, gives the impression that the moon is a small white ball hanging there in the line of scrimmage, like someone had played a game and…
Tales of the moon 2
“I keep on watching the moon, until it or then I, turn into a blue hue” Gun Roswell Tales of the moon 2 Behind the curtain of the highest of skies, it stealthy lurks, but only, during the middle of the night. As if it was much too shy, or even, trying to hide. It’s a benevolent being though, as it will try its low burning light to show, in the total darkness of the night, for those of us, in…
“The shining moon high up in the sky, but just a crescent one at this time” Gun Roswell
Above, Below
The moon slowly emerged from behind A soft and fluffy set of white clouds, shining Ever so brightly, despite of mostly hiding Its space battered round body, dividing Thus from us seeing only the best part For this night so very long and dark So, following the brightly lit path Would be the choice to be…
“Living through different phases” Gun Roswell
Phases
From round to crescent and back again
When observing the dark night skies Watching, how the stars and planets align You will notice one off thing up there A shiny bright object, phasing from a slice to a sphere
But do not worry, as there is nothing to fear Soon enough, the fullness will again appear The moon, as they call it, will be as fit As it…
“Zoom, and into the moon, we go!” Gun Roswell
Launch pad
“Time for launch, t minus ten minutes. Astronauts, please prepare for lift off!”
The scared first timers, are waiting for the final tome, as, they’re prepared to, go to the moon
Not too long ago, when time was still going very slow The dreamers were plotting, in silence and soft corners squatting For that special day in the future, were…
Posted in Favourite Photo Friday “Photography is more than a medium for factual communication of ideas. It is a creative art” Ansel Adams Moon, Moon, where art thou? Moon, moon Where art thou moon? Come out from your hiding On the nightly path guiding Before off the trail I go slipping and sliding
