I’m a night person. I feel I’m at my creative stride when the sun goes down and especially when the moon is full. And yes, I’m one of those poets who has written about the moonlight, under the moonlight, while writing by direct moonlight. Yes, a true romantic indeed. It’s almost a requirement to be a romantic, isn’t it? To be into full moons and such?
Anyway, tonight there was a supermoon. Until last night, I had never heard of such a thing or known it ever existed. Hey, I’m not a lunar expert, I just love the way it looks. I initially passed the thought of a supermoon off as “eh, big deal.” But then I found myself with a clear night and an opportunity to try out my camera once again. I know I need some telescoping lenses to really get a good lunar shot, but I’m happy with what my new camera was able to provide.
However, where I live is surrounded by trees. I also have a sensor light on the garage. Why is that important? To get a good clear night picture, a tripod is required. There’s no leaning on a wall for this. Especially if you are pointing a camera upwards.
I had to practically be a ninja to scale the side of the house, sneak across the far end of the yard, then creep into the blind spot in the garage to get to my car where my tripod is located (I bring it everywhere I go because you never know when you’ll need one). The trip there and to my shooting location was a success. I set up by the side of my house, behind a tree, and just out of range of the sensor light and snapped about 50 photos until I started getting results that I liked. Most of it was trial and error, but that’s what most photographers do, right? I don’t know, I’m still learning. But I had a good time, if not a bit nippy, snapping away and listening to Duffy, whom I recently purchased mere hours ago.
Honestly, it was getting rather romantic, which sucks being single. I’m sure girls enjoy doing stuff like this too. But that pseudo romance didn’t last long because I smelled a skunk, which I have declared to be my mortal enemy for reasons explain in a future post. I didn’t take any chances and what would’ve possibly been an hour shoot stopped at 15 minutes when I practically fell inside my house running away from a smell. No, I didn’t see the skunk, but I know a warning when I smell one. Nevertheless, I’m happy with the photos I did get.
I junked about half of them, and I’m only showing half that I feel are worth showing at all. A few came out better than I expected and while pictures should be able to explain themselves, there are a few I’d be happy to tell you about if you’d like to know.
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