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 ❤️