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(My) Photo of the day, Or Oh if I ever lose my hands, oh if.... I won't have to work no more



I don't care what anyone says, I think that this photo is lovely. I am posting it as a companion piece to the sunrise I posted the other day. Only this time, I am going to call this a ‘moonset’.

It is my firm belief that the moon gets a raw deal from people. The moon is also closely linked to two of my favourite things.

First, many cultures link the monthly cycle of the moon – in contrast to the annual cycle of the sun – to women's menstrual cycles. That’s got to help explain why so many of the mythological lunar deities are ladies. Think Selene, Phoebe, Artemis and Diana.

Second, the words 'lunacy", ‘lunatic’, and ‘loony’ are derived from lunar because of the folk belief in the moon as a cause of periodic insanity. Think about werewolves assumed their shape shifting abilities because of appearence of the full moon.

So the next time that you find yourself accusing your wife of reacting like a rabid werewolf or crazy loon at ‘that time of the month’, you may well be closer to the truth than she might acknowledge!

Comments

Anonymous said…
Fortunately, at 72 (almost) my wife is no longer looney once a month. LOL She would scalp me if she knew I said that.
freefalling said…
Sailing very close to the wind!
Kris McCracken said…
Freefalling, as I always say, "If you're not sailing close to the wind, you're not sailing!"

Abe, to be honsest, with the toddler that was breast fed for 15 months and another baby due in 70 days, the monthly visits have been few and far between in our house. It must be something else then...

[He says, siling right into a cyclone.]

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