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moonshine (the celestial kind)

I was going to write about our excavations, but I had to change topics after the spectacular moonrise we had this evening. It's a full moon tonight (or nearly so), and early this evening this soft glowing orange orb was visible just above the horizon after sunset, rising ever higher, and becoming ever brighter, into the starry night sky. There is nothing like watching a moonrise in the African bush. I would have taken a picture of it after it rose, but I don't have the photographic expertise - here's one I took of the full moonrise last year. Last night, the moon was so bright that when I got up in the middle of the night to pee (a sign I'm keeping well hydrated!), it was casting shadows everywhere, and I didn't even need my flashlight. It's perfectly gorgeous.



The moon isn't the only gorgeous thing here - beauty can be found growing delicately among the rocks,



or singing a song in the trees, in the form of a colorful red and yellow barbet.

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Anonymous said…
Hiya, it's Rob here! My stripydonkey addresses are all up the spout at the moment so I've only just found your message, but it's good to have this chance to catch up on your adventures. I'll comment some more when I've had a chance to read some more :)

I'm at CCF full-time now, and still loving every moment. Will post more on that sometime soon - hopefully. It's real busy, seemingly all the time!

Speak soon.

xx
SafariBriana said…
Hey Rob! I've been following your Namibian adventures - sounds great. Keep in touch.

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