I See a Bad Moon Rising

The other night, the night of the lunar eclipse, my husband set up his camera, and set the alarm to go off in the middle of the night, wanting to capture a bit of the Blood Moon action. He, being a perfectionist, is not excited about the photos he got, but I, being a person who sees photos just as reminders of what I want to remember, think they are terrific!

 My only disappointment is that the lens he was using was so large, it could not get both the moon and Mars into a single photo together. Mars was up to the right, and it was even redder than the moon.

In my studio, my moon has not yet 'risen.' There are still a few slits to be sewn, and it needs to be blocked, and mounted on a stretcher frame. That will have to wait until I return from the east coast, as I leave tomorrow, and my suitcase is still empty, except for art supplies I keep throwing in to use with the grandkids. I may get there with oil pastels, markers, colored pencils, watercolors, my guitar music and only the clothes on my back! That would be better than getting there with a lot of clothes, and no art supplies or music, in my viewpoint.

(By the way, I just had to use the blog post title I did, because that Creedence Clearwater Revival song is the first real rock song I learned to play on my guitar. I still play it when I just need to rock out and wake up the pets! When I do that, Gus occasionally will come and put his paw on the fret strings. I don't know if he wants to rock out, too, or if he is trying to mute - or completely stop - what I am doing. Probably the later...)