Fly Me To the Moon

Last month I read that the following night was going to be spectacular if you watched the moon come up. The word was that it was the one night, due to an optical illusion, that the rising moon would look huge.

With the words of Dean Martin's classic song, When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that's amore, running through my head I went out early, camera in hand, ready to take a photo of the phenomenon. I was determined to get the photo of the century that would establish my credentials as a photographer par excellence. The time the moon was to put in an appearance was 7:32 pm here.

Determined to not miss this shot I was standing by my light post, camera poised, at 7:25 pm. That moon wasn't going to fool me by coming up early.

Minutes passed while neighbors out walking looked at me with puzzled expressions that said, "What is this crazy old woman doing out there leaning on her lamp post?" I guess they thought that I had finally gone 'round the bend.' Or maybe they thought I had had 'tee many martoonies'.

Undeterred, I waited and waited. 7:35 - no moon. 7:40 - no moon. I frantically went to the back yard for a better view. No moon in sight. Back to the front yard again. At long last - I finally viewed the moon.

Above is the photo of that stubborn moon. Not a huge moon, not an award winning shot, but just a moon between the trees.

As luck would have it, I had been looking in the wrong direction. Because houses and trees blocked my view of the horizon I would never have been able to get that award winning shot from my house even if I had known where to look.

I guess this will have to be filed under 'missed opportunities.' The only problem is, I think that file is full.