Hebridean Harvest Moon

After enduring about half an hour in a wind-chill of about 8.5c, have finally thawed out enough to type, while waiting for a glimpse of the Harvest Moon, and it paid off.

 

Of the few photos taken, only a couple are worth showing.  The sea was loud, the wind speed fairly more than breezy, so I was thankful for a garden guide rail to stop an involuntary scoot across the garden.  Added to that, although it wasn’t raining, the air was filled with kissy mist – not sure if it was from the sea or the sky, but was very glad of the shelter afforded by the side of the house during my wait in the name of art (well, standing in a dressing gown with only night clothes underneath, I think can be qualified as such).

 

It’s well over 40 years since seeing the rising of the Harvest Moon that I’ve never since been honoured to enjoy.  Indeed it was a sight for sore eyes and a memory never forgotten.  It rose from behind shallow northern hills and looked more like a UFO than our friendly moon.  It was also orange – no lunar eclipse – but of the same hue.  How I wish to have owned a camera then and filmed the sight as it rose higher, shedding its eclipse-like glow to a gloriously glowing white orb – ever reducing in size but increasing in brightness.  Ahh it was an awesome sight to behold and long before street light pollution was inflicted upon us.

 
By the time the street lights are switched off at midnight, and assuming the sky is clear or the moon still high enough to see, it will be the size of a marrow-fat pea.  So I’m delighted to have captured the moon’s momentary appearance through a cloud-filled sky.

 

 

Enjoy! Susan :)