The tune of the moon on the ocean
Aug 09, 2007
Jan 20, 2008
I have about 300 photographs of the Galapagos. I'll sort through them and post a few when I get to Guayaquil next week.
I've never watched the moon set, before. But it brings home to you the strangeness of a place - more so than swimming with turtles, or pointing at iguanas on lava-covered tracks. I noticed the moon low in the sky, its reflected silver illuminating the island of Fernandina and the sea in front, waves seeming to be high-speed dancers, hurling themselves into its central vortex. It slowly grew more red, as it sank, until it became a small red dot above the hills, then that too disappeared. The starlight alone was feeble - the moonlight was capable of showing almost all the island. Possibly this goes someway to explaining the role of the moon in folklore. Possibly, I'm talking bollocks. ¿Qien sabe?