I was getting in logs for the fire when I saw the most beautiful, setting crescent moon early in the evening a few days ago. A photographer’s work is never done and, in any case, I have a thing about the moon.
I was shutting down my computer barely an hour ago, when I noticed the most extraordinary arrangement of clouds in the sky. Then the nearly full moon appeared from behind the clouds for no more than a few seconds. I grabbed my camera and waited for Luna to smile at me again – and she did.
As I stumbled out of bed and staggered along the first floor landing with my mind fixated on my daybreak duties, I was greeted by the waning sickle moon rising over the Wiltshire countryside on this frosty, last day of winter.
As the light was fading the other afternoon I rushed out to photograph the moon and was greeted by a large, fast moving flock of small birds. There were considerably more than twenty of them and they were flying in formation.