I sat a long time watching the sky darken and the clouds rush by, large flocks of small birds twice flew over head as everything readied for the night. The air became chill with the promise of rain. Suddenly the world became dramatic, and I was struck with the realization that everything is profound in its own way.
I watched this small herd of bison across the pond enjoying the full moon. They raced around, butting heads and making the most unbelievable noise. The babies ran around together. There was no doubt that these creatures were celebrating the perfect moment of good weather and beautiful full moon.
This full Pink moon from two years ago reminds me that I need to get back to the prairie and do some more night photography. I have lots of ideas I'm eager to try out. The recent planet and moon alignment was spectacular to see, but didn't turn out as well as I had envisioned photographically. And my plans for night shots in Colorado the end of 2011 were derailed by technical difficulties and just plain freezing weather. Next time...