Encore

 

Just like moons and like suns,

With the certainty of tides,

Just like hopes springing high,

Still I'll rise.

 

--Still I Rise

Maya Angelou

 

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The hot air balloon that had just punctuated the view of this morning moon moments before moved too fast to catch it, but what remained was so much more beautiful in my eyes.

 

I woke up later than usual and headed straight out to catch some morning photos. This was the unexpected one that caused my breath to catch. I had pulled over to photograph the hot air balloon, foolishly left the car running, pushed my way beyond a hedge, startled a water bird and a turtle and missed that shot. However, I was very happy to have this one with its smooth, soothing, filmy quality that was just as I felt it. Hot air balloons are a dime a dozen, but a full moon in the morning hours...

 

 

(Kiersten Bree reminded me of this wonderful poem when she posted it along with a self-portrait a few days ago. It's been with me ever since, as has the powerful spirit of 83-year-old Angelou.)

 

 

 

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