I am your Indian, the black moon rambler in a field of rye, your witness cherishing your words. I am your Indian, the Armorican who sees your pain, the sarrazin child who will drink with you the silver chalice of life until the lees will touch our lips. I am your Indian, your scout who listens and feels free by being given a gift; a bond, your ear, your heart. I am your Indian, together and with each other, we will find the unreachable peace.
Franck aka Fanch Ar Moenner
Be Well and Keep Happy
Franck
Hungry Breton 
I absolutely adore this …. that is all
Thank you! 😉 It came out in the middle of the night 🙂
An exquisite use of a nuit blanche ⭐️
You have to take the good with the bad 🙂
Beautiful! 🙂
Thank you, I don’t know what took me really… Maybe the Moon 😉
For sure! 😀
Have you even seen the movie Moonstruck?
No, I don’t think I did actually… I will look it up!
It’s from the late 80’s but a true, melodramatic and fun classic, and the moon has a very important roll there. 🙂
Great! I’ll have a look, thank you!
Fair play getting a pic; too gloomy here in Leixlip when she made her debut. Mind you, still tickled seeing my first Little Egret on the Liffey this week, so it balances out…
Wow, that’s great ( e-great even); a lovely bird!
Touché!
Great pic of the moon!
Thank you; I did it with an I-phone and a telescope: a bit tricky really ( like docking the space shuttle to the space station if you get me), but I was happy with the result! 🙂
Yeah I would be happy with the results if it came out like that! Good job!
Thank you 🙂
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