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for One Word Sunday

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Some nights are more spectacular than others, this being one of them. I did take some shots with the Nikon, but I thought this iPhone photo came out rather well, too. The colors were just like this.

for Lens Artists Photo Challenge: Soft

On the nighttime road

Posted: November 28, 2015 in Photos, Travel
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Due to a late start and early sunset, we drove most of the way Wednesday in the dark.  The moon was spectacular.  This iPhone photo taken from the care doesn’t begin to do it justice, but I thought it didn’t turn out too badly.  It’s also one of my first photos attempting to use Hipstamatic.

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The orange Childcraft books we owned when I was a child (some volumes of which I still own) had several volumes of poetry.  One of my favorite poems, then and now, was Alfred Noyes’ “The Highwayman” (the poem follows the photo.)  The opening verse contains the line, “The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon stormy seas.”  That phrase came to mind when I saw this photo that I took from a dark room at night.  The abstract of the moon, naturally B&W, came about because my hands couldn’t hold the camera still when the shutter took so long to close.  Fortunately, I liked the way it turned out and since Cee’s allowing us to choose our own theme for her Black and White Challenge this week, I offer it for your viewing pleasure!

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For the Challenger’s Choice this month, I decided to try night photography.  I don’t have nearly as many night shots as daytime ones, partly because I’m awake and taking photos more often during the day and partly because I find that the iPhone tends to overcompensate for the dark, lightening the photo too much.  It may well be that I just don’t know how to work around this, but at any rate, while we were on vacation not long ago, I got a shot that, with a little bit of tweaking (NOT twerking!!), I like it and I hope you do, too.  As for “Wynken, Blynken, and Nod”, I love this poem and read it to our girls often when they were growing up.

“The moon is friend for the lonesome to talk to.”
~Carl Sandburg

The moon is a loyal companion.
It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human.
Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.
~Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

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Wynken, Blynken, and Nod
~Eugene Field

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe —
Sailed on a river of crystal light,
Into a sea of dew.
“Where are you going, and what do you wish?”
The old moon asked the three.
“We have come to fish for the herring fish
That live in this beautiful sea;
Nets of silver and gold have we!”
Said Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.

The old moon laughed and sang a song,
As they rocked in the wooden shoe,
And the wind that sped them all night long
Ruffled the waves of dew.
The little stars were the herring fish
That lived in that beautiful sea —
“Now cast your nets wherever you wish —
Never afeard are we”;
So cried the stars to the fishermen three:
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.

All night long their nets they threw
To the stars in the twinkling foam —
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,
Bringing the fishermen home;
‘Twas all so pretty a sail it seemed
As if it could not be,
And some folks thought ’twas a dream they’d dreamed
Of sailing that beautiful sea —
But I shall name you the fishermen three:
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.

Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
And Nod is a little head,
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
Is a wee one’s trundle-bed.
So shut your eyes while mother sings
Of wonderful sights that be,
And you shall see the beautiful things
As you rock in the misty sea,
Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.