The author Chet Raymo in his book The Soul of the Night describes the motion of a child as she is knocked into the air by a collision with a skateboarder:
During the time the child was in the air, the spinning Earth carried her half a mile to the east. The motion of the Earth around the sun carried her back again forty miles westward. The drift of the solar system among the stars of the Milky Way bore her silently twenty miles toward the star Vega. The turning pinwheel of the Milky Way Galaxy carried her 300 miles in a great circle about the galactic center. After that huge flight through space she hit the ground and bounced like a rubber ball.
This is not of the lunar eclipse we had this weekend; the weather was not in our favor (we were able to view a lunar eclipse in Maine however). This moon is far more usual. Click on the image for a larger view.
I have been thinking about warm summer nights in Maine. The rustle of the wind through the canopy makes the sky feel all that closer. It is not the awesome spectacle, but the warm breeze that carries a secret.
We have a line our young beach and birch trees that are pioneering our field. When we first moved to Maine, our field had been kept cut. We stopped that practice. One benefit was the blackberry briers that sprouted. The other was to watch the forest reclaim the land. This image was taken in the near infrared, which gives the foliage its radiant appearance. Click on the image for a larger view.