I walked out of the store to see the moon hanging big and bright over the parking lot. “MOON!” I started to blurt, barely choking the word back self-consciously. I looked around to see who mirrored my enthusiasm. Not a soul that I could see. I turned, disappointed and...
“Thank you to the woman barefoot in a gaudy dressFor stopping her car in the middle of the roadAnd the tractor-trailer behind her, and the van behind itWhisking a turtle off the road.” Ross Gay My daughter sent me the haunting, beautiful, inspirational poem/song...
Shortly after I took this picture of the setting sun, I looked higher in the sky to see a fine silver sliver bending halfway around the speckled and darkened orb of the Moon. I knew better than to reach for my camera to try to capture that image. The Moon is slippery...
