Earlier this week it was a case of Musical Starlings on the Townsend Meadow power lines. Here, back in February, the moon was also having a go. Can the moon play a tune? I think it might – if we listen with our inner ear.
What a fab picture. Paul Klee comes to mind for some reason except it’s perhaps more Kandinsky or Miro is something like that… anyway, don’t mind me, I’m just thinking out loud!
It’s on that border between the real and the abstract and this gives it a magical quality.
I’m feeling pretty liminal these days, which is probably why this kind of ambiguous composition appeals to me. My alternative reality. I can think things differently there. (Nod to L P Hartley and his ‘past is a foreign country.’
Moon certainly plays with sleeping patterns in this house!
Oh yes!
Great shot. Clever composition
Thanks, Debbie.
I know that I have heard the moon’s music.😀
Of course you have, Thom 🙂
Great composition Tish. The moon plays havoc with my sleeping too as I have Velux windows and never close the blinds.
Thanks, Jude. And yes, velux windows have quite a few disadvantages, with or without blinds; rain noise is another.
Oh, yes!
Nice! I’ve got a similar photo (not as good, though) that I’ve keep meaning to post with a music theme/line, too. Now I’ll look like a copycat. 🙂
janet
Oh, go on. We can start a musical moon trend 🙂
Happy Easter
Best regards
Bernhard
Best wishes to you, Bernard. I love your goose gravatar. And very fine photos on your blog.
Thank you, Tish for reminding us to listen with our inner ear. Love it!
Thank you, Amy. Happy to provide reminders 🙂
What a fab picture. Paul Klee comes to mind for some reason except it’s perhaps more Kandinsky or Miro is something like that… anyway, don’t mind me, I’m just thinking out loud!
Happy to have you thinking aloud here, and bringing those intriguing associations. I agree. It IS like something.
It’s on that border between the real and the abstract and this gives it a magical quality.
I’m feeling pretty liminal these days, which is probably why this kind of ambiguous composition appeals to me. My alternative reality. I can think things differently there. (Nod to L P Hartley and his ‘past is a foreign country.’