tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10013142.post-41349161564160825962008-02-21T20:43:00.008-06:002008-02-21T21:42:21.471-06:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yj2JE1tFssM/R7423_riWzI/AAAAAAAAA3w/zC0te-RPwEY/s1600-h/m4.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yj2JE1tFssM/R7423_riWzI/AAAAAAAAA3w/zC0te-RPwEY/s320/m4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169629757882653490" /></a><br /><br />The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,<br />White as a knuckle and terribly upset.<br /><i>-Sylvia Plath</i><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yj2JE1tFssM/R743z_riW0I/AAAAAAAAA34/fG3NwXJvF0o/s1600-h/m2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yj2JE1tFssM/R743z_riW0I/AAAAAAAAA34/fG3NwXJvF0o/s320/m2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169630788674804546" /></a><br /><br />The moon's an arrant thief, <br />and her pale fire she snatches from the sun...<br /><i>-Shakespeare</i><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yj2JE1tFssM/R749jPriW1I/AAAAAAAAA4A/eI0yDr5n1vU/s1600-h/m5.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yj2JE1tFssM/R749jPriW1I/AAAAAAAAA4A/eI0yDr5n1vU/s320/m5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169637097981762386" /></a><br /><br />I see the moon<br />and the moon sees me.<br /><i>-Nursery rhyme</i><br /><br />-----<br /><br />It was cloudy most of the time, but every now and then we got a few nice glimpses of the lunar eclipse last night. Or as one of my friends calls it, the <i>Moonar Clipse</i>.<br /><br />Clouds were ok though, since it meant that we got lots of rain, lovely rain, today.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10013142-4134916156416082596?l=rurality.blogspot.com'/></div>Ruralityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06616461213179182660noreply@blogger.com24