2024 note:
Some missing widgets and flash elements can be recovered, but with this one, I have failed; sorry. There are links some images in the comments, though.
I didn't realize until after I saw the photo that I had four different trees (three and a vine) in it.
Earlier in the evening I didn't have a camera and I saw the moon in an absolutely clear blue sky, with a plane passing. The pink of sunset was lighting up the plane and the contrail, even though it wasn't sunset on the ground yet. The angle was interesting.
This morning Holly and I were out in the yard and the sky was bright, plain, boring blue without a cloud. I said I should take a photo of the mountains on one of these days, so people would better understand why I get excited about clouds.
So when I saw that plane, I wondered whether there are people who live places where you can't see a plane at 30,000 feet, with the light of sunset on it. I figure there are. We see those dinky little miniature jets all the time. When I was growing up 90 miles from the airport, *all* jets looked like that. In Albuquerque, there are a variety of sizes of machines in the sky. Also, because of the air base, sometimes fighter jets and big helicopters. And because of the police and news programs, little helicopters.
But tonight it was still and clear and quiet and I brought you the moon.
7 comments:
I love this picture for some reason.
We live in a city that has a national air guard base. It is nothing for many fighter jets to fly low over our house and backyard on a weekly basis. It always startles me (though we still rush out to watch). I often think how it would be to live in a war zone, never knowing if those same jets are going to drop a bomb. Pretty depressing.
Back to your pic..... :) :)
It's worth remembering that I've lived my whole life without planes being frightening. My parents did not. I hope my children will.
I wish everyone's children could.
The trees in the morning, showing how shady my front yard is compared to the side yard, and
same trees with the flash on.
Uhmmm... the comments. Anyway.
I love the moon/trees photo. I've tried photographing the moon and what I see and what the camera sees are so different. It's fun anyway.
Also I have always just loved the site icon. Don't change a thing unless you really want to (like you need *my* permission or influence on the subject anyway eh?). There's just something about trees, very like Tolkien to me. Luv it, luv it.
~Katherine
The discussion of the true color of tree bark is being moved here.
The only change I made was to make Paige's cool tree photo links work the first time, and to format it in a more readable way. There near the end it was hard to tell quote from froth.
**sigh**
I moved the discussion about what color trees are off this page, and the title is
Comments by an anonymous heckler/lunatic on The Moon in my Yard
The "anonymous heckler" was a for sure, but because it was "the moon from my yard" (probably more like the trees from my yard, or the trees from my site) that set the heckler off, I figured "lunatic" (moon-crazy) wasn't inappropriate.
I've moved another post, a really crazy one, that started this way:
anonymous said...
Lunatic? Still calling names sensitive Sandra? ...
I'll discuss it on AlwaysLearning, I guess, if I get time today.
It's funny how the same thing can look so different from another perspective...
Here in North East Ohio, a bright blue, cloudless sky is something to get excited about and go pull the camera out for capturing!
And I'm guessing that seeing the blimp in the sky in Albuquerque is something akin to a blue cloudless sky in Akron, whereas here, the blimp is boring at best and annoying even (the drone of the motor-which we know just by the sound of it), sometimes.
Funny.
-=-And I'm guessing that seeing the blimp in the sky in Albuquerque -=-
I don't think I've ever seen a real blimp in New Mexico.
When I was little I used to draw hot air balloons and wish someday I could just see one. I had seen The Wizard of Oz once a year, and had a Classics Comic of Around the World in 80 Days, and that image was in me.
I think I was 20 when the hot air balloons came to Albuquerque, and the first time I saw them, I saw 100 in the sky all at once, passing over the university. We could go and watch them launch and land. They used to come over our houses, land in the streets, until the balloon fiesta moved from the state fair grounds to a place farther (then) from houses.
For me to see a hot air balloon in the sky now isn't always worth looking up about. I forget to admire the mountains some weeks.
I did admire a couple of tumbleweeds as I photographed them the other day. Then I pulled them out and put them in the compost pile.
tumbleweeds
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