Behind the Veil

Not sure how many of you have ever seen Cecil B. Demill's (sp?) "The Ten Commandments” but last night's moon (4/28/10) kind of reminded me of that scene where the Angel of Death is unleashed upon Egypt,  pouring like smoke over the moon.



Photo note: I have discovered that it is pretty hard to photograph both a full moon and the attending atmosphere at the same time. If you expose for the sky, you blow out the moon, Expose for surface detail in the moon, and the sky looses all light. Last night was a little different in that the moon was behind a veil of clouds... and while my picture doesn't catch the same punch a little of the spookiness is left.

The Mighty Works Project exists to thank God for God's passover...The Lamb.

Moonlight Madness Sale

Double Crescent

The Moon, like an acorn in its luminescent shell. (Or Venus, like the bellybutton of the world.)


The Moon is a flying fingernail, a sail on an unseen boat, a secret code I am sending, the message of which I am sending to you... the moon is encoded "Say Cheese."

Venus, in crescent stage.

All pics, Earh Day April 22, 2009, 5:45AM and 6:30 AM.

The Mighty Works Project exists to harbor the thought: I wish today that I might be like the moon revealing His glory.

First Moon

From the journals of the Kirk (1989)

I had an odd thought tonight. There, in the dark, in the part that hangs between the moon and me, runs a great river of light. Not just a stream, but a great racing ocean. In fact, I am looking through that very flood to see the lit plane of the moon. And this is strange. Looking though light to see light? Does the light clash?
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We know that the moon is not a light unto itself. It bounces a cold bone flame, borrowed from the sun and modified on a surface of chalk. But what if the moon weren’t there. That ‘place’ -- apart from stars -- would be dark. And what if we swung the moon closer, into the present dark between us. It might refract even harder.

So it hit me. Light is flowing though that space between the moon and I. And not only there, but all about the moon. Up, down, forward, back. Indeed, If we were to litter the night with moons, every one bending light from the dark, our night might shine like the noonday. But how can this be -- the thing that we call night and see as dark is not a “true” dark at all. The thing is a bastion of unseen light!
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For more thoughts on the moon see my poetry blog.

Half Dome: 121907

Dome Zone and "Moment" poem (c) by Kirk Jordan

Today's Mighty Work features the back side of the Arkansas State Capitol, photographed chronologically from early November to mid December, with the Maples in the first frame giving way to the late falling Bradford Pear in the latter. With exception of the storm pic, each photo depicts the glow of the setting sun, as cast upon the western face.

As is, Christmas time is a special high use time for the Capitol, as thousands upon thousands of school children come and offer gifts of choral song. And while I have gotten a bit used to it, there are those moments (like the one referenced below ) in which the seasonal mill gives way to the truly awe inspiring.



Moment. 11/30/2001, 12:61PM


Today

The planets stood in line
like a key in a lock
and the stars spelled out
fantastical words.

Today, for one brief moment,
no one bled, and the dailies
all fell silent as the bullets shimmied
backward up the barrels.

Today, on my lunch break
a choir of
local teenage angels from the Benton High-school choral
sang
to a crowd of five,
lifting splendiferous voices like
some organic pipe-organ
into the dome,
and singing:

Oh, come let us adore Him.

Today there
was an extra minute
on the clock.

Unrecorded,
Borrowed from

Tomorrow.