A gold-hued moon sinks into the west like a dream deferred. A gold rush to hollow hills. A losing lotto ticket.
As if running from the truth of the sun’s light, the full moon vanished last Thursday morning just as our system’s star rose in the east.
Last week, our roaming photographer caught this image of a full moon dipping below the highway’s horizon. He chased the moon along U.S. 380 between Decatur and Bridgeport and pulled over on the side of the road just before the bridge that crosses Big Sandy Creek.
A telescopic lens reeled in the moon, making it appears larger and more alive than the barren world it is. The red tail lights guide the eye toward the orb sinking like a lost Spanish galleon.