I Rise at Night
True colour in a spirit-lifting sight over northern Manhattan. What a joy to set up the camera and to sit back and drink in the majestic rise of the moon. What is it about moonrise and moonset that is so moving? Why do lovers stop and embrace at the sight of it? Is it a thrill of recognition of the power that resides in our wonder-full existence? Are we humbled by thoughts of our small individual place in the scheme of things? Are we helped by the thought that there is a “scheme of things”? I am.