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Once in a blue moon

I hate to moan but I don't have much luck when it comes to witnessing exceptional astronomical events.  Specifically, Northern Lights, and now a rather disappointing sighting of the super blue moon.  It is out there, and I have been watching it since 5.30 this afternoon, and now at 6.45 pm the view is far too murky to be remarkable.  My photos are blurred, but quite painterly, so I suppose at best they are atmospheric!
Last ditch attempt at 22.05, over the roof of the cottage!  I don't think my camera is quite up to photographing the heavens.
Moonshine shone through our windows all night, like daylight.  This morning the moon is disappearing over the horizon, on its way to the southern hemisphere, and directly opposite - the sun is rising.
And so are the scaredy cat teal (collective nouns : a diving of teal or a spring of teal, I'll go for spring) rising up and flying off as we come close.  They always do.  Impossible birds to see properly, without binoculars!

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  1. Very atmospheric photos and I especially love that first one. I think I might paint it. In the photo before the sunrise, the moon looks especially big and although I clearly saw the full moon and it lit the night sky, it never looked to me as large as in that photo.

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    1. I'd love to see your painting of the photo of the moon! I've had another hopeless attempt at seeing astronomical events when the Northern Lights, in last night's sky, failed to reveal themselves to me!!

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