Spectacular rainbows are an Instagram feed a dozen, but what about moonbows? These rainbows of the night, also known as “lunar rainbows” or “space rainbows,” are a rare weather phenomenon you can only catch in a few of our world’s locales.
The moonbows are created by moonlight refracting through moisture in the air, which is why they’re easiest to see on full moon nights over waterfalls that fill the air around them with water droplets. This particular occurrence, because there can never be enough names for something so spectacular, is a “lunar spraybow.”
"Lunar rainbows or spray-bows abound in the glorious affluence of dashing, rejoicing, hurrahing, enthusiastic spring floods, their colors are distinct as those of the sun and regularly and obviously banded, though less vivid. Fine specimens may be found any night at the foot of the Upper Yosemite Fall, glowing gloriously amid the gloomy shadows and thundering waters, whenever there is plenty of moonlight and spray."
Many times the moonbows appear white as it’s hard for our human eyes to discern their colors at night, but through a timelapse photograph the whole spectrum comes through. When scouting the world’s waterfalls and rainy terrains, it’s important not to get tricked by the “false moonbows.” These are rainbow rings around the moon, which, as cool as that is, are a different kind of light refraction through a cloud.
Something we were withholding made us weak, until we found out that it was ourselves we were withholding from our land of living, and forthwith found salvation in surrender.
On this day in 1961, an 86-year-old Robert Frost approached a podium in Washington, D.C. to read one of his poems. It was Inauguration Day, and John F. Kennedy had invited him to be there. Frost had written something specifically for the occasion, but he was an old man with weak eyes and couldn’t read it, so he recited one of his others — The Gift Outright — from memory. This is a piece of it. For some reason, I think it is a lovely fit with this, one of my favorite poems from one of my favorite writers. It’s beauty, though, is that it condenses into four lovely lines the commitment not to withhold anything anymore, to face your own soul, and to discover the beauty that lies beneath stripped bark. (via littlehunches)