Shirley and I went up onto the nearby moors this evening to see the so-called "blue moon" rising. It had a thick band of cloud to negotiate first and then it emerged with an orangey glow that reflected the last remnants of a sunset that had just gone.
My camera was not really up to the job but I tried my best to capture some images of the silvery orb that endlessly circles us.
When you think of it, the moon unites this planet. Unless you are blind, no matter where or who you are you can look up and see the moon shining down in dumb silence, its rhythms seemingly eternal. The moon does not favour the rich and powerful, nor does it seek to give preferential treatment to the poor in their desperation. From harvest moons to gibbous moons and from super moons to blue moons, the moon is equal in its munificence.
In my mind's eye, I still see a newspaper cartoon from July 1979 in the days just before Apollo XI reached the moon. Two emaciated Biafran boys are on a Nigerian beach looking up at the silver sphere and one says to the other, "If they find cheese up there do you think they'll bring some back for us?" Try as I might, I have never been able to relocate that brilliant cartoon in this age of computer detective work.
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