Watching the moon. Takes a while to set up the telescope to the right focal length, etc. can’t find the moon filter unfortunately. So beautiful. To the naked eye it looks so smooth around the edges, so perfect and round. Examined more closely the craters that scar her surface create frayed edges like the feathers of the owl I saw today. Huge wings, so quietly it flew across the path, was absorbed in the trees. So I sit a little longer in moon-glow. Reminded of an activity we did in a qualitative inquiry class using the story Owl Moon to create poems. Applied the technique to our research. Amazing how much more we understand about our research, about the process of generating data and about ourselves through arts-informed research. (Yes, my thoughts are ambling).