Saturday, November 4, 2017

Sometimes It Takes My Breath Away


I never tire of the view from our front porch.  I stepped out Thursday evening to do something or other, was captivated by the last rays of sun on the mountain across the river, and grabbed my camera. Returning inside to finish dinner preparations, I glanced out the kitchen window and was surprised to see what had happened in almost no time.


A pale pink moon had emerged from the purple clouds and was floating above the trees.


It was a fine reminder of the beauty all around us, beauty we might miss if we're not paying attention, beauty that's just around the corner.

She was full as of late Friday night and early (1:30-ish) this morning -- and as the first full moon of November she's called the Hunter's Moon -- or the Beaver Moon or the Frost Moon.

Whatever you call her, "She walks in beauty . . ."


9 comments:

Thérèse said...

What a chance to have such beauty so close! Let's not forget to look around.

Stella Jones said...

It must be lovely to have such an uninterrupted view of the moon Vicki. Over here we have lots of houses in the way and I must travel out to the countryside to get a better view.

Barbara Rogers said...

The skies are so beautiful and peaceful. Makes me wonder what they think about us!

Bernie said...

Takes my breath away! You are blessed dear friend to have this view outside your window.

NCmountainwoman said...

How wonderful to see such beauty. It does indeed take my breath away.

Elizabeth Varadan, Author said...

Lovely photos and lovely post. It's a gorgeous view. When we are in Spain in the little village of Trasulfe, we have a similar view outside the galleria, and we sit there most afternoons just watching the changes that occur from one moment to the next. You are truly fortunate to live all the time with this wonderful view.

Gayle Pearson said...

I miss those views. Thank you for allowing me to experience them again. 💝

katy gilmore said...

So lovely. So smart to stop and look!

Jim Egerton said...

I love the last one of just the moon and wispy striations of clouds. It's reflective light is so soft and warm.