Such a large and long eclipse. A flower moon for a May full moon. A super moon for apparent size. A blood moon for the color. I watched from my southern patio steps in Tucson. Perfectly framed in the southeastern early night sky between my Tombstone Rose and my Carob Tree. I watched Earth’s eclipse shadow, the Umbra, eat the Moon’s bright white reflection until only the hint of orange shown on the Moon’s surface. Then I went inside and watched the Griffith Observatory feed as it was the stream that most looked like the view from Tucson. Two stars were also visible in the feed. Peaceful, and beautiful. Cool.
I thought of nights over 60 years ago when, in Spring before the mosquitos took over the evenings, I would sit in the back yard with Dad and watch the Indiana night sky. We’d watch for Telstar, or Echo, or whatever satellite was currently in Earth orbit. The sky was so dark. Only one light from a farm over a mile to the North was visible from our farm. I was just a little girl with her dad, but the night sky was ours.