{"id":17286,"date":"2017-01-07T17:16:38","date_gmt":"2017-01-07T23:16:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.beardogco.com\/theroadhome\/?p=17286"},"modified":"2017-01-07T17:22:45","modified_gmt":"2017-01-07T23:22:45","slug":"moon-and-memory","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.beardogco.com\/theroadhome\/2017\/01\/moon-and-memory\/","title":{"rendered":"Moon and Memory"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I have a long time love affair with the moon.<\/p>\n<p>My mother tells of me asking &#8220;Did you see the moon last night ?&#8221;  And this was when I was 3 or 4 and knew where the hands of the clock were, but could not &#8220;say&#8221; the time.  She recounts that I said the little hand was on the 2 and the big hand on the 3, i.e. 2:15 a.m. &#8211; or in that neighborhood of middle of the night.  I apparently got up and looked at the sky.<\/p>\n<p>I still do.<\/p>\n<p>Often, my dog gets up with me and so we do a walk down the driveway in the wee hours of the morning.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/beardogco.com\/WPBlog\/blogimages\/Jan17\/WinterMoon5819.jpg\" target=\"Large\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/beardogco.com\/WPBlog\/blogimages\/Jan17\/WinterMoon5918.jpg\" alt=\"\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Last night.<\/p>\n<p>It was early evening, not the wee hours.<\/p>\n<p>Still.<\/p>\n<p>I love the moon and the stars and the dark, dark sky of the rural area where I live.<\/p>\n<p>I especially love the winter sky and the moonlight and moonshadows when there is moonlight and snow.<\/p>\n<p>Last night, as Bear and I took a before bedtime walk down the driveway, with the moon and the snow &#8230; it reminded me of a time when Karl and I chased the moon in winter.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/beardogco.com\/WPBlog\/blogimages\/Jan17\/Memory0698.jpg\" target=\"Large\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/beardogco.com\/WPBlog\/blogimages\/Jan17\/Memory0698.jpg\" alt=\"\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Before there were neighbors to my East.<\/p>\n<p>When Karl and I walked the &#8220;loop&#8221;.<\/p>\n<p>One night, late Winter, full Moon:  Karl waited patiently while I captured the moon over the mountains at twilight.  <\/p>\n<p>It is one of those times when memory is so distinct.  I was new to manual photography and was working with a &#8220;point and shoot&#8221; and trying so hard to capture the beauty of that moon and the mountains.  All the while, I was conscious of where Karl was and that he was waiting for me to continue our evening walk.<\/p>\n<p>It was nearly 10 years ago.<\/p>\n<p>The moon and the memory of Karl with me.<\/p>\n<p>Exquisite.<\/p>\n<p>***the photo of Karl was taken on 3\/2\/2007, about three months before I started this blog.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I have a long time love affair with the moon. My mother tells of me asking &#8220;Did you see the moon last night ?&#8221; And this was when I was 3 or 4 and knew where the hands of the clock were, but could not &#8220;say&#8221; the time. She recounts that I said the little [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6,8,27],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-17286","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-front-porch-musings","category-karl","category-moon"],"post_mailing_queue_ids":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.beardogco.com\/theroadhome\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17286","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.beardogco.com\/theroadhome\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.beardogco.com\/theroadhome\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.beardogco.com\/theroadhome\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.beardogco.com\/theroadhome\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=17286"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/www.beardogco.com\/theroadhome\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17286\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17291,"href":"https:\/\/www.beardogco.com\/theroadhome\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17286\/revisions\/17291"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.beardogco.com\/theroadhome\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17286"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.beardogco.com\/theroadhome\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=17286"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.beardogco.com\/theroadhome\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17286"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}