Mooning about on Grand Traverse Bay

Posted on March 20, 2011


Everyone else took moon photos this weekend.  I took a picture of a dead clam.

It’s not like I went beachwalking in search of dead clams.  On the contrary, I have been trying for years to capture something lovely I saw one morning: the full, silver moon setting over Grand Traverse Bay, reflecting the rosy sunrise behind me.  Today at 7:46 a.m. the heavenly bodies would be in the same places once more.  Miss Puss batted me awake at dark-thirty, but even as I trotted across the road and down to the beach I knew it was useless.  Came the dawn . . .  

I’m sure the moon was setting and the sun rising, because the heavy cloud cover got brighter and brighter shades of . . . gray.  OK, blue gray.  Big deal.

I was left to document the day as it is, not as I would have it be. I wandered about, taking pictures of dead clams and rotting snowpiles. I listened to a pair of geese, and a gossipy gull, and an invisible bird whose call I could not identify.  They were probably all talking about how beautiful the moon had looked this morning as they flew in.  I listened to the ice shift and crack as I walked out on it.  There was no wind.  No wash of waves.  Shards of floating ice struck soft music from each other. There is nothing like a walk on the beach to set me right. 

It’s feeling springlike out there.  Smelling good. Warming a bit. The Cowboy went wading.  Then he snuffled through something that made him sneeze all the way back to the Writing Studio and Bait Shop.  At least the Duo behaved well enough to get their breakfast this morning.

I’ve been holding out on you.  Babs Young got out and about last night and sent me a wonderful moonrise over Torch Lake.  I’ll post it this evening, as is proper.  Collaboration is a beautiful thing.