I completely would have missed this if Hubby hadn’t commented on how cool the moon looked last night. I wasn’t even aware you could see Mars that clearly and thought it was a plane at first. I actually had to look it up to figure out what I had seen. I don’t think I’ve ever noticed it quite so distinctly before. In the main image it is just a tiny dot that you can barely see, but it was very bright to the naked eye.
The one below completely blows out the moon and Mars is more of a streak rather than a dot, but you can see the positioning. That and I really liked the odd pattern of light that shows around the moon in this even if the image itself isn’t great.
I’m so glad I decided to grab my camera. I’ve been having fun playing with night/star shots lately. I have plans, weather permitting, to go out next week during the Perseid meteor shower peak to see what I can pull off. Keep your fingers crossed for me that the weather cooperates!
I was too late to catch this in a prime location last night, so I had to sneak it between house roofs. The colors were AMAZING! I’m actually floored at how good my camera grabbed the colors last night.
I noticed the color of the clouds out the windows opposite the sunset were just lightly tinged pink and I knew this was going to be stunning. I can’t actually see the sunset from any of my windows because of the positioning of our house.
Most of the time I get an idea of how nice it’s going to be because of the reflection off the windows of the houses behind us.
I grabbed my camera and ran out back to get these. There was this small line of faint, fluffy clouds just overhead that had the edge tinted pink and the moon was playing peek-a-boo with them.
In all I was only outside for maybe 5 minutes before the colors faded. I was lucky to get what I did.
I’m convinced that the Universe was conspiring against me. Really. Because, I missed it and I’m kinda ticked at myself. Yes, there is a photo. Yes, it is of the moon, even during an eclipse. But it is NOT the one that happened this morning. Sadly, it is one I got back in 2015.
I hate labels. I always have. Labels create boxes that we then feel the need to try and fit into. The problem comes when you realize that the box for your Label #1 isn’t the same box as someone else’s Label #1. If you aren’t x, y, & z, then you don’t fit their Label #1. Then another person says that you need to be p, x & z to fit that same box, but you are b & z and purple and 5 and emotions and you associate all of that with Label #1. Labels do serve a purpose. They help us to understand other people, but more often than not, we use them to stereotype and judge rather than to understand. We use them not just to judge others, but to judge ourselves as well.
Another one from a few years ago. I’d wanted to get a shot of a similar moon last night, but with the new houses behind us, I don’t have the same opening to grab the shot I wanted without also getting a huge section of roof as well. That and I’m sure the neighbors would have thought it strange, me out there with my camera on a tripod aimed in the general direction of their back window. Maybe I need to just not care and take the shots anyway.