2012 Annular Eclipse

Lost Beauty

Twilight is the loveliest time of the day,
Viewed from my open window.
One dusk the sun was a ball of fire,
Softened by thin layers of pearl.
Once opal strands stretched across the sky,
A necklace ready for the moon to wear.
Some times the world's gold is hoarded in the west,
Reflected on roofs and panes far below.
When I am not at my window at twilight
I am lonely, longing for lost beauty.

Nancy Richey Ranson

Waning Gibbous Moon

Waning Gibbous Moon
97% of Full

Harvest Moon

Shine on, Harvest Moon

Good Night, Moon

Thankful I am . . . for this smoke-free view of the waxing gibbous moon . . . and for the lives spared so far in those areas that did not have this clear view of the evening sky on this fiery night in Texas . . .

Bricolage :: Clouds

The above image was created from the following solarized photo . . .
using features in both Picasa and IrfanView . . .

Bricolage :: Whirlwinds

If they should bury me apart from you,
Who loved you well through years too brief for love;--
Whose parting then was marked by pain and rue--
If they should think my heart unconscious of
Deep grief, or my mute body all unknowing
Because so powerless to guide their feet
To your bright hill where desert winds are blowing,
Aroma-fraught from fields, remote and sweet;
If then some fragment of your earthly form
Should drift atop the mound that marked your place,
And view afar a sand-filled, spiral storm,
It would discover in that cloud my face.
Your dust, Beloved, would rise and dance with glee,
Another whirlwind, cognizant of me.


Nancy Richey Ranson

 

The textured whirlwind image was created from the really boring photo of tonight's Full Buck Moon . . . using features in the free programs, Picasa and IrfanView . . . please do share with me if you use this for something . . . I would like to see what ideas you come up with . . . 

Cloud Angel

Can you see the angel? . . .

head is upper right . . . robe flows down to the lower left . . .
notice the feathery / lacy edges of the wings . . .

In the Gloaming

In the gloaming, oh my darling,
When the lights are dim and low,
And the quiet shadows falling,
Softly come, and softly go.

When the winds are sobbing faintly,
With a gentle lull of woe,
Will you think of me and love me,
As you did once long ago?

In the gloaming, oh my darling,
Think not bitterly of me,
Though I passed away in silence,
Left you lonely, set you free.

For my heart was crushed with longing,
What had been could never be,
It was best to leave you thus dear,
Best for you, and best for me.

These are the lyrics to the song In The Gloaming as sung by Dana Reeve at the end of Christopher Reeve's directorial debut from the film of the same title . . . written by Anne F. Hamson & Meta Orred . . . performed by Dana Reeve . . .

Old City Cemetery & Red Oak Skies

Old City Cemetery, Rockdale, Milam County, Texas

Stormy Skies, Red Oak, Ellis County, Texas

Storm Clouds

Vapour Trails

Contrails