Moon Gallery by Tom Rickman.

If the sun is the source, the lantern, then the moon is the mirror. That illumination that passes us through the night. As an image, a refraction, its lace opulent surface, its glow, shimmer, shine, that light it casts, as such a magic of a dream. The first sight of a thin crescent moon upon the pale blue above the twilight shadow upon the land. The glow of its lanterness, low rising in the east out of the blooded land. Its equilibrium to the sunset in the west. At such a part of the world, the world of its orbiting spheres, makes a sense of the world for a moment, its other light, cast.