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Fourth of four moon shots, this one from one week ago today.
Moon reflected on the still lake
mist rises to the morning

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Third of four moon shots from Friday, 26.Oct (Hunter's Moon).
This picture was taken around 9 p.m. The camera was on a tripod, and the shutter speed was as slow as possible. Still, you have a sense of why hunters valued this moon.

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Second of three moon shots from Friday's full moon.

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Friday night was the debut performance of this year's Hunter's Moon. This is one of four picture I will share this coming week. We see the moon reflected in a lake a few miles east of Seminole, OK (roughly in the southeastern quadrant of the state).

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Morning Moon
Picture taken ~7 o'clock Saturday morning. The moon was in the SSW, about 60° above the horizon. Heavy cloud cover painted a ring around the moon. Rain came, o my sailors and friends, on Sunday.

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Horned Moon

Horned moon
Isis' crown

Columba sails a dark sea
in his oarless currach

Sail west to east
let storm and sea guide

Honor the ancient virgin spirit
wrapped like a bud

in the labyrinth
of your heart

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Moon rise, Feb. 3

Pam cautioned that I could not catch the same moon twice. True, that. This is the post-groundhog moon. Already subtly waning into Saturday night. Moon rise was around 8 - later than we had thought. I watched and waited. Never had I watched the sky so intently so patiently so long.

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Moon rise, Groundhog night. The lake is frozen. Our lodge is just a few yards from the lake. Those are ancient hills in the distance, which have antediluvian mountain memories. Trees are barren, but hopeful. The wind is still; the air is dry and brittle. I balance my camera on a rail post at the edge of the deck, trying to capture the moon.

Pam had seen the moon first. She challenged me to try to capture it. Not just for her, but for the group. For all of us gathered in the goddess' name. For all of us gathered to honor the sky father, earth mother, soul sister, heart brother.

Here it is, groundhog moon. This is when the groundhog truly hunts; she has no need of the bold sun. More for her is the subtle moon. I could only share her moon. I confess it was patience and perseverence, not subtly, which snared me this moon.