SKYWATCH FRIDAY - Calling the Moon (the north shore, Lake Erie)
I took this on September 9th in front of my house, looking towards the neighbors. Around here the nights are, as the old saying goes, “blacker than the inside of a cow.” There are no streetlights on my road; it’s just a two-lane with no sidewalks, and cottages on both sides. Behind these in the photo is the lake; the other side is bound by farmers’ fields. The road follows the shore until it ends at the tip of Point Pelee, a spit of sand that is the southernmost point of Canada, extending just south of the 42nd parallel (equal to the southern border of Oregon). There’s a slight bit of camera movement in this shot; I was holding my breath because I didn’t have a tripod.
Standing out by the road in the almost perfect darkness, trying to capture the moon and Jupiter in my camera reminded me of the song, Calling the Moon.
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The Cloud Messenger (Meghadūta) is a lyric poem by the respected Indian poet, Kālidāsa. The poem centers around a yaksa in exile. Longing for his beloved, waiting for him on a Himalayan mountain, he asks a cloud to take a message to her. The sights he tells the cloud it will see on its way make up most of the poem.
The idea of recording observations appeals to me. I thought The Cloud Messenger was the perfect title for a blog about the journey that we all make as we move through our days.
I'm a baby boomer who grew up dancing in the streets of Detroit during the classic Motown years, lived beside the Rocky Mountains for many years, now retired and living (and writing full time) in S. Ontario. I have one blog for rock 'n' roll oldies, and one for nature, poetry and life along the Lake.