Moon Over Water
- At August 17, 2011
- By Dian Day
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The full moon slipped in the sky. Not all at once, but in a series of small dips, as if the pins holding it up fell, one by one, into the smooth water. Its luminous reflection danced across the resulting ripples. It was over so quickly that my eye missed it, but the camera saw it all.
High Tide Line
- At August 11, 2011
- By Dian Day
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Two thousand years ago, give or take a few hundred years, Seleucus of Seleucia in Mesopotamia and Wang Chong in China concluded separately that the moon was responsible for the tides. They may not even have been the first; there may be a line of bright celestial thinkers stretching back into deep antiquity: In each age the connection made, and lost again in disbelief. I walk slowly along the beach, gazing steadily downward along the wrack line, and think about how long it would take me to claim such a far-fetched sisterhood between sea and sky.
Fire
- At August 02, 2011
- By Dian Day
- In Travelling
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There is something unnerving about having a fire outdoors, watching the dusk turn to dark, watching the sparks fly up and kiss the emerging stars, looking up at the the hundreds and thousands of glowing embers scattered in that upside-down coal black fire pit: our hearts the tiniest of sparks, unseen in the blind darkness.