Photograph of the day – Autumn Equinox

and the shadows will draw longer

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  • Dewi

    Very nice – Moochin in the Gloaming….

  • Pippakin

    Is it possible there are, pale luminous, foot prints there??? Woooh…

  • joeCanuck

    Interestingly, the equinox and the full harvest moon coincided this year; it only happens once every 18-19 years.
    BBC World News site has a nice slideshow.
    http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/magazine-11398102

  • Pippakin

    And this year started with a blue moon. Interesting subject.

  • Welcome back MP

    I see a shadowy Philip Marlowe has joined forces with a luminous ghostbuster .

    Perhaps they’re investigating Laurence MacKenzie in The Long Goodbye.

    Articles

  • pippakin

    articles

    I’m glad I’m not the only one who spotted the ghostbuster.

    It seems the shadow had a guide..

  • Pippakin

    That shadow has definitely got longer since 9.28am

    spooky or is MP playing with us

  • Pippakin

    Its autumn, the nights close in, leaves fall and rustle in the dark and the shadows lengthen…

  • joeCanuck

    And the bogeyman arises from his summer slumber. At least that’s what Ma said. She didn’t like us staying out after dark.

  • Pippakin

    Nor did mine. It was a punishable offence but she had no problem with the brothers Grimm or Edgar Alan Poe…

  • Pippakin

    Having been reminded of Edgar Alan Poe I remembered one of his poems that seems apt: Alone by Edgar Alan Poe.

    From childhood’s hour I have not been
    As others were — I have not seen
    As others saw — I could not bring
    My passions from a common spring —
    From the same source I have not taken
    My sorrow — I could not awaken
    My heart to joy at the same tone —
    And all I lov’d — I lov’d alone —
    Then — in my childhood — in the dawn
    Of a most stormy life — was drawn
    From ev’ry depth of good and ill
    The mystery which binds me still —
    From the torrent, or the fountain —
    From the red cliff of the mountain —
    From the sun that ’round me roll’d
    In its autumn tint of gold —
    From the lightning in the sky
    As it pass’d me flying by —
    From the thunder, and the storm —
    And the cloud that took the form
    (When the rest of Heaven was blue)
    Of a demon in my view —

  • joeCanuck

    Here’s one of my memories of the man.
    When my mother was lying in expecting the triplets, I stayed with an aunt. I was 8 years old. She took me to the cinema in Lifford. Back then no movies in the Republic were rated; they simply cut out the sexy bits but left all of the violence in. The movie was “Murders in the Rue Morgue”.
    I couldn’t get to sleep for months afterwards; lying staring at the window and the shadow of a tree flickering from the streetlamp nearby, waiting for the gorilla to come crashing through..
    Makes me shiver still!

  • Pippakin

    joe

    Triplets? Well done your Mum!

    Edgar Alan Poe. The test of a truly great poet should be: does he makes you shiver all the years on, and oh yes, Edgar Alan Poe does indeed make me shiver.

    Imagination what a wonderful thing who knows what we will think of next.