It was the moon that got me out bright and early on Sunday morning. Not a full moon, or a blue moon, or a blood moon, just an ordinary crescent moon. It was shining so clearly in the dark sky at 4 AM, and I thought of all the times I got up to let the dogs out and spotted a nice moon in a clear sky and got out my tripod and camera to try to take pictures, but they hardly ever turned out. So I resisted the urge. But it was still shining out there at 6 AM, and the sky was still just as clear, so off I went. I’m glad I got a picture of the moon because a pretty sunrise to go with it might have been nice, but that didn’t happen. It just got light out with no fan fare whatsoever.
And I must be feeling like a rebel because I’m breaking the rules by posting this picture this morning. Our camera club leader, Jeff, says that he ‘isn’t good enough’ to take a picture that doesn’t need to be cropped. I wonder if he has any idea how seriously I take his comments, taking them to heart like they are written in stone, when he may have just tossed off a comment with hardly any thought. At any rate I force myself to crop my photos and yes, I can see that it does make it a better photo. Not this photo though. I can’t crop it without losing the moon, and the moon was the entire reason I was standing on the bridge at 6:15 AM waiting for something more to happen. Or I might crop it and post the cropped version and erase half of what I wrote here. Or I could go back to bed…
I’m not such a rebel after all…
A Snowbird's Life Through the Lens 