We have the luxury and delight of experiencing the ever changing Kaitoke Beach morning and evening as we make our way to and from Mme J and M R’s splendid abode. Today’s return trip was on surprisingly firm sand. Maybe because it was high tide? Or the several days of double digit wind? Or because I’ve worn two blue shirts in a row?

Then, midway through we saw it: the blood wolf moon rises. It literally stopped us in our tracks. We marveled at the red moon on a dark purple sky, somehow reflected from behind. Towards the heavens, the color gradually changed to a smokey blue. The water was a midnight blue-black towards shore that faded into warm sepia as you looked towards the horizon and the ever rising and now eerily orange moon. It was perfectly framed between jet black, tall rock islands. How could it be lit behind the moon?

At the south end of the beach there is a stream we wade which empties into the ocean. Tonight’s crossing was a marvelous merging of the high tide, stream and light.

Every day we are making our way through the many years of photos carried around on my phone. It’s great to share and equally great to remember.