The contradiction of 12 months and 13 moons highlights the fundamental disconnect of life outside the rhythyms of the universe. These illustrations reflect the natural flow of life in the Appalachian foothills, from the gathering of crows in September with hawks to the stormy weather of July. These are the moons in the calendar along with some of my earlier versions.
Moon in a winter sky, from a photo of the moon with a nimbus.
The original January Wolf moon that was a howling fun start to a new obsession.
We don't have actual wolves at the door in January, but the Wolf Moon is too beautiful to let go.
Cold has settled in for February, where even the Ice Moon seems chilly.
WInter's cold meets spring's warmth under March's Wind Moon.
April's Seed Moon heralds the end of frost danger and time to dig.
The May Flower Moon shines on the wild colors of zinnias and cosmos, pear blossoms and blooming tomatoes.
The blackberries, honey and other gifts of summer solstice means mead for the longest night.
The skies of July offer the most rainfall for the SC foothills, with plenty of thunder to herald its arrival.
A bright moon for August, the month of heat and humidity.
The original crow moon for 2021
The cooling days of September are prime time for murders and the Crow Moon
Wheat heads from a crop at the Manor against a full moon of plenty.
The November moon, for the leaf-lookers of fall in the Blue Ridge