05/06/2026
I nearly drove straight past it.
A slither of gold, low on the horizon. By the time I got home I was already heading for the telescope.
I climbed onto the roof in the back garden and spent the next half hour photographing it as it slowly slipped towards the horizon. This was one of the images I captured.
Crescents don’t hang around. They sit close to the horizon, briefly visible before the sky swallows them. This one was gold against the indigo of a winter sky, and it was enough to stop what I was doing and go and find it.
What I keep coming back to with the moon is that it’s always the same moon. But it’s never quite the same sky around it. Never quite the same colour or quality of light.
That evening, it was gold. And eventually, it found its way to the workbench.
Moment No.002. Gold Winter Crescent. Handcrafted in recycled 9ct gold. Linked in photos & below 🌙
