I went to see shooting stars and trying to catch a picture of one of them. I took no shooting star picture, but I had the pleasure to see the show given by the more “static” stars…and appreciate the difference of color and length path of each of them:
It was cold, cooler than I thought because it had rained the previous afternoon and the moon rose, making the “seeing” less good, but there was something of really good to enjoy:
the just risen, amazing, moon!
We went to sleep (at about 3.30 am) saying to each other: “We’ll wake at 5am and see how the sky looks like”… we woke up at 7am, and just because the sun had just “risen” from the nearby little wood! ;D
We surely couldn’t go back of 2 hours, but we went out to check if there was some amazing … nothing.
But, we’ve notice a little bashful “young lady”, that showed itself just the time of a couple of pictures and then flown away… as it just wanted to wish a “Good Morning”…
It’s so weird that, if we talk about picture, I have no problem if something goes in a way I didn’t plan, and to be able to appreciate the unexpected.
With the passing of time, looks like that this “maybe-gift” and “sure-distraction” of taking pictures is, somehow, the way that Someone is using to tell me:
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