I had the privilege of watching the lunar eclipse on a clear bright and cold night. I saw the bright moon turn red, and I wished for proper equipment to take pictures of it. At the same time, I enjoyed just looking at it and making the picture in my own mind. I would have thought many people would be outside to watch this amazing event, but only a few were interested. Our colleagues were not even aware that such a thing was happening.
My dad was a navigator before the days of instrument flying. He taught us to observe the sky. I haven’t learned as much as I would like to know, but I still pay attention.
The moon does appear to be red, and it gives pause when we think of story and song references to “when the moon has turned to blood.”
Just a moonlight ramble here.