Surrounded by the pink sky, the blue moon winks at the girl walking with her brother and his little dog. The moon knows the unspoken things they don’t say to each other. The dog does too. The wind blows softly and the waves lap against the shore. Seagulls watch and the girl can’t help but wonder if they are the same ones she saw last time.
“I’m okay,” she wants to call to them, even though she’s not sure it’s true.
It could be.
“Here I came to the very edge
where nothing at all needs saying,
everything is absorbed through weather and the sea,
and the moon swam back,
its rays all silvered,
and time and again the darkness would be broken
by the crash of a wave,
and every day on the balcony of the sea,
wings open, fire is born,
and everything is blue again like morning. “
—Pablo Neruda
I saw the eighth full moon of the year while at Dillion’s Beach with my brother, mother, and my two teenagers. These are my favorite full moon photos so far. I know they are kind of repetitive, but I liked so many and hope you do too. Please let me know if you have a favorite.
Also, I’m considering entering a photo contest. More on that soon!
Oh, and here’s my brother’s dog Henry. Isn’t he cute in his little sweater?
All photos were taken with an Olympus OM-D and edited with ON1 Photo RAW.
Bridgette Tales 