I think there is something absolutely magical about watching the moon as it makes its incredible journey across the heavens. Though clouds may obscure its view and its appearance certainly changes as the moon waxes and wanes, I take heart in knowing that this celestial wanderer makes its daily pilgrimage across the firmament.
This is what that wondrous orb looked like on the day of my birth some fifty-seven years ago, albeit many miles away from White Sands National Monument where I made this photograph. I want to believe that my Dad looked up at the sky on the night I was born and saw this same moon as it claimed the heavens years ago. And if Einstein’s notion is true that the separation between the past, present and future is only an illusion, then perhaps I was able to connect with my father once again, to embrace him if only for a fraction of a second, in that brief moment when the shutter opened and closed in my camera.
Warm Holiday Wishes to You and Yours.