Lunar Eclipse.

I can never get tired of looking at the moon. It mesmerizes me always and it leaves me feeling enchanted every time.
The moon is full thirteen times a year and there is something inevitably feminine about its cycle. Mysterious and enigmatic, so close, yet so out of reach, never the same.

I have described numerous times that I can see the silver disc out of the roof top window above my bed, drifting to sleep under its cool glow, when the nights are clear and the conditions right. I wish I could see it as often as thirteen times a year, but that is rarely the case. The Scandinavian night skies are often cloudy and the view of the moon is scarce.
Intriguingly enough, the last full moon of the year fell on New Years Night. As luck has it, that night was as beautiful, as during the last full Moon in the same month. Clear and bitterly cold, with snow on the ground and the skies absolutely pristine.
Everything seemed magical and fairytale like and the old year departed with an uncanny grace. And even more fascinating is the fact that there was a partial eclipse, that could be seen starting early in the evening and lasting about an hour. I am forever fascinated by these celestial events and the fact that they occur on the last night of the year adds obviously incredibly to the mystique of this natural satellite of the Earth.

The only regret I have at all times is a not having a better zoom on my camera, as the pictures here are nowhere near the incredible sights I had out of my windows last Thursday.