AND THEN WE GRAB THE CAMERA
I don’t remember when I first became a moon freak. All I know is that my album is studded with moon shots taken at all hours. I wake up and reach for the camera. If you’re old enough to remember the song, “I see the moon, the moon sees me,” you get it.
I’ve photographed it from my west window, sliding in and out of midnight clouds . . .
Or framing the cross atop St Mary’s Cathedral seen from my balcony . . .
Or from the roof of my building during a pandemic full moon . . .
But it may be hard to beat yesterday’s waning of a Super Blue Moon as it greeted the candy-streaked sunrise of a new day:
One lovely thing about lovely moons is that they belong to everyone, but not to anyone; they’re just a gift to the universe. This was borne out by the photo taken by my friend Mary Ann Buxton, around the corner from her French chateau in Caunes-Minervois . . .
Midnight moon in France, sunrise moon in San Francisco . . .
Good night, moon ❤️
Our Moon is something else. It’s a mysterious dancing partner.
Definitely. Waltz on 😊
Your photos are gorgeous. Night before last I spent an hour on my deck hoping to see
the much talked about Blue Moon. No luck, but your moon photos made up for it.
Well, boo hiss, I’m sorry ol’ Super Blue was hiding from you, but glad you enjoyed my pix (and Mary Ann’s contribution that I spied on Facebook.) Happy full moons ahead ❤️
Totally love this. Another Moon Freak here (well, Nature Freak, in general, but especially atmospherics…) Thank you for these gorgeous shots- and for the perspective from another continent, too!
Nature Freaks are the best 😊