

The moon is not made of cheese. It is made of pink cotton candy.
I have tried many times to recreate these colours in a bedroom and nature always does it better.
It must have been incredible to actually stand on the moon -I know, I know - understatement of the century! but still...
There's a child's poem I used to recite to my kids...part of which was.."I see the moon, and the moon sees me."

I know that I'm very very fortunate to be sitting at my dining room table, looking at the moon as I tap away on the keyboard. Can't imagine not living this close to nature anymore. I sit here, the moon rises, fish jump, waves lap on shore...I'm healed.
Manet got it right.

Goodnight moon.