As the edge of the moon touched the top of the waterfall the cascade turned the color of the pale yellow moon. Slowly the light touched the river and began to flow down the river. He watched, pensive, as his cloak flapped int he light breeze.
I like the lighter sky next to the crescent moon because it gives a very soft image. My favorite thing about this photo is the little sliver of a reflection of the moon on the beach below. I get a feeling of tranquility from this image