day 786 - never have enough

of moon shots. it's always a nice thing. i love moon shots!

day 778 - waxing crescent

the moon, waxing cresent at 16.5%. and that is venus to the right. interesting, isn't it?

day 757 - the moon, yet again

nothing else was taken today from outdoor. 'cept this.

day 720 - moon over the danforth

crazy weather we had today. morning was a bust with heavy grey clouds and misty rain. then the wind picked up and it was so cold. then it died down, but there was snow and then rain. in the afternoon, the clouds parted, the sun shone and the sky was a happy blue. in a short bus ride, the weather changed yet again to blowing snow. went to the laundromat, put in my clothes in the washing machines. walked back to the apartment, blowing snow still but the ground was just wet. ate a small slice of pizza, after 20 minutes, i decided i'd go back and check the wash. what do you know, the ground was covered with the white stuff, thick and made the sidewalk quite slippery. still snowing, wind still blowing. i look up and saw a star. what gives? then as i walked there was this thingie the moon. what to do? when i got back home with the laundry, i ran right back outside with the camera and took this shot. hello.

day 667 - i still got it!

there is someone in my life that i associate with the moon and he was such an unexpected part of my holiday last month. he was quite surprised that i still remember that night in school when he sang 'my foolish heart' to me. i was telling him this while winding up our jog one morning at the seaside. he was even more surprised when i told him that he kissed me first one night while we were walking on this very seaside. how could i remember all this, he asked. "i guess, you just don't forget the good things!" forty-some years and nothing's changed, the feelings i mean.

one time, he let out a 'what if it had been you and me?', staring out to the sea, a poignant expression in his face; his wife about ten metres away from us, angst in her face, and myself smiling like a cheshire cat.

"i still got it!" was all i could tell my friend when i got back from the run that morning.

day 582 - high moon

at the beaches waiting for a good photo op, but no such luck. only the moon and the boat anchored well away from the shore.