I carried my camera and a hug mug of fresh coffee out past the sheltering row of ancient Norway Spruce, to where I could almost see the horizon, though nestled here in the woods, there is always a tree in the way, and there were clouds. Not that I was shocked by that, there had been clouds last when I went to bed, but the Hunter's Moon managed to shine through, between them. And when it was hiding behind them it lit the sky with a silvery glow.
Predictions have been made about this Full Blood Moon, and any lunar or solar eclipse for that matter. The these events are part of the natural and calculateable order of the heavens. The 'blood' color, is caused by shadow, and based on other lunar eclipse's I have viewed, looks more like root beer brown, than red . The red color does recall the Hunter's Moon and the blood of the harvested animal that fed the Hunter's family.
There is a certain magic in this moon, a friend mentioned The Stonehenge Moon, evoking the mists of long distant past, those who also looked at the Moon in wonder, those who came before us and those who will be here after we are long gone. All of us under the same Moon.
Dear Readers for you enjoyment , and amazement, I share this with you.