I may have been a werewolf in earlier life or maybe on a schizophrenic level I am one currently too.
The moon, ever since I was a kid has been my calling. A calling to write, to draw it, to take its picture and most recently to spend hours with an eye glued to the telescope looking at the moon. Like the ocean itself, the lunar highs & lows have a notable impact on my moods as well.
More often then not, i find myself making shapes and figures out of the shadows that splay on it’s face, the old witch with the spinning wheel, tinkerbell slouching on its tip and the wonderous myths that might live and die each day in those mountains and craters.
Below: Moon Pics & poems over the last few months – All content below is (c) mariumarif