Horn'ed Moon and Venus

Horn'ed god and the Huntress...It's sparking something in my head. Partners. Wheeling thru the night. The forest, of course. The hunt. Should be chasing each other. She's no sighing maiden considering a bold guy's advances — she's a huntress — she wants him, too. Equals, then. Tension? A game — between equals — neither admitting interest in the hunt. Enuf to'ing and fro'ing — him chasing her and her chasing him. Then the arrival at mutual understanding. Y'know, maybe some 3rd party POV...some average somebody, a peasant, awed or not, witness to this game.

I didn't figure this pic of the crescent moon and Venus in very close conjunction last night would come out at all. Grabbed thru a window — and time only to disable the camera's flash — before the pair danced down behind that winterbare chestnut on the corner. And before they vanished into the wash of the streetlights. Wanted to record something of that wondrous dance in the night.

I used to have time for the night sky. Used to make time, yeah. Still look up. Some of these freezing cold clear nights, as I ride bike home after work. Late enuf that the stars are out. Tip my eyes up from my patch of headlight on black road. Orion...up there early in the southeast. Wailing jets in their blazing landing lights swooping overhead toward the north runway.

Remembering. Over a decade ago, now. Standing younger me in the dark center of a city park. Seeing thru binocs inherited from my Dad. Comet Hale-Bopp glorious with two tails high in the winter night!

Ohhh, had I then even this basic digital camera. Just imagine the poor quality pix I might post!