I was kind of at a point this week where I didn't have time to take pictures, getting up early and not getting in until at least 8 pm. I did not want to cart my camera in my car when the temperatures outside were exceeding 90 degrees.
Saturday night was the full moon. As I was driving back from the city I seen the most breathtaking rising moon. The moon was literally a blood red colour and HUGE.
I had to stop for a moment and think, who else, wherever they are in the world is looking up at this same moon and thinking the same thing I am?
Of course by the time I got my camera it had risen high into the sky and was a little more orange. It was still very neat down at the harbor near my house, reflecting off the water.
The moon is timeless. It has no age, rises and sets every day just like the day before and the day before that.
If you want to see some history I own check out my sleigh I purchased last fall. It is over 100 years old and I personally am going to re-finish it this summer and fall in preparation for using it this winter. I hate it's fire engine red colour. It needs to be black and dark red, not so shocking and bright. Indigo enjoyed pulling it and I was glad I was able to get her out on it.
This photo was not actually taken by me, but my aunt. Check out her blog for awesome photo's.
Check out more history on Sunday stills