photo : a photo from the beginning of the pandemic in Nelson. I tried to capture a full moon, and failed obviously, from the technical point of view, but I like it nonetheless, it exudes (in my eyes) a sense of poetry.
A solitary spectator draws the curtains : she stands right there, her eyes drawn to the sky, her heart a little trembling before the ethereal glow of the moon, a balm for her tired mind that shudders a little, then marvels at its transparency, perfection and coldness.
Beautiful night image. When I stare at the moon, it seems to move.
Thank you Harry