Waning Full Moon

Last Thursday night the moon rose like a fireball in behind me. It was bitterly cold and I shot a couple of photos through the back door in the garage.

The next morning, the Snow Moon hung high in the sky, visible even in the brighter hours of the day.

“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