Monday, March 9, 2015

pink moon

Last week, we experienced a gorgeous full moon. It was particularly spectacular when it hung low above the tundra.  I took like a million photos.

At one point I started to get frostbite on my fingers and my camera battery was dying, but I kept on taking pictures.

The werewolf comes stepping along
He doesn't even break the branches where he's gone once
I saw him in the moonlight when the bats were flying
I saw the werewolf, and the werewolf was crying
Nobody knows
How i loved the man, as i teared off his clothes
How nobody knows
When i see that it's risen, that full moon again .

..All through the night, until the light of day,
And we are doomed to play

-Cat Power