Tonight nature drove me nearly mad and speechless. Scott and I went to Rocky Butte so he could capture the sunset for a project he’s working on. We climbed the stone stairs to Joseph Hill Park. Lovers lay in the soft clover scented grass; some embraced, kissing on the surrounding rock walls. And a man had set up his camera pointing east.
From Rocky Butte one has a near 360° view. I knew that the sunset would be spectacular but I did not know that the full moon would rise as though out of the south side of Mt. Hood as the earth turned. At 7:50 something, it’s ghostly paleness appeared.
I stood up from laying in the cool, green grass and was awe struck by its size, at the glory of it. I could not tear my eyes from it as it rose higher and higher, brightening as the sky darkened, as the sun, to the west, sunk behind the hills surrounding Portland.
Turning toward the sun, its brightness burned its image into my eyes, so when I turned to watch the moon again, its glow was superimposed on the eastern sky. I didn’t know whether to cry or shout out loud to the moon and the sun that I loved them.
These photos do not begin to tell the story I want to share. They were taken on an old iPad, so forgive their quality. Let your imagination soar but know that even then, unless you were there, you will not know what I know.
eyeamdust 