Sometimes the East side (front) of my house is a complete mystery to me. It comes from living on the patio and on the porch facing West. Tonight while I waited for the moon to rise over the trees I tried to take it all in. Dozens of sleek, beautiful bats were in the air circling the cul-de-sac. The true beauty of the moonlight through the woods could not be captured with Nikon or Canon.
In Jacksonville, I had moonrise over the intracoastal waterway at the appointed hour. Here, one waits. Such a mass of trees blocking the way of the moonbeams. The deer sauntered through. In fact, they hustled.
A lady was walking her dog and (believe this) her cat in the gloom. The does were spooked and so was I. "Your cat walks too?" I looked down at Belle sitting on my feet. She is unused to even being outside in the dark. "Yes," the woman never looked at me - the three of them making haste away from the white tails who were edging into the trees.
The flying squirrels began murmuring their nightly chants. Some little rain frogs started up. Very noisy looking East. Belle got up and stood by the front door. My big chance finally came and I got a shot of the craters and crags on the old harvest moon. But I like this photo too. The one of the moonbeams whacking through the forest to fill my rooms tonight with natural light.
