
The New Sunflower Moon is tonight, 19
th hour, 3rd minute EDT, to be precise.
My sunflower garden is growing tall. I expect blooms in a couple of weeks.
The bird planted sunflowers have been blooming all summer.

People talk about what they do.
I take pictures.
I do birds and butterflies, flora and fauna.
I am outside as much as possible.
I walk. I look at the sky.
I am a moon gazer.

I talk about light and depth of field.
I talk about birds and butterflies.
I talk about clouds, the moon and the stars.
I talk about the weather.

It is so very hot I cannot be outside very long.
I know it is the middle of August, in the Mid-west.
I know every August is hot and humid.
I want to talk about something else.
I want to talk about tomatoes and vacation.
Yet it is the heat I keep
referring to.
It is the heat that I am seem to be doing.