All things are born from the darkness. The glitter of the universe was the first, and the spark of human self-awareness was equally dynamic in its creation. From then and now, every embryo is incubated in the darkness of the womb – the same as every seedling that sleeps deep among the veins of the earth. When we pass on, we are wrapped in black wings, dissolving into dust and drifting into shadows.
The first two of these pictures were taken last night, and the rest were taken in the past few months.
I love the many faces of the moon.