I am so proud of these little Piping Plovers who have come so far…
CELEBRATE with a Happy Dance!
It’s the shortest day and the longest night of the year.
Whatever that light might be.
I’d been wrestling all week about whether or not to bring my camera to see Supermoon.
I love my single lens SLR Canon, it’s a real trooper. But it’s no match for the kind of sophisticated equipment that can really capture lunar phenomenons.
What if I just wind up with a bunch of blurry moon shots?
But I kept hearing an old saying in my mind… Shoot the moon. It means to go for broke, follow a dream.
The message seemed to fit my hesitating mind.
When we headed to the beach on Sunday, the camera was in my hands and all I could feel was the dream of seeing some Supermoon magic beating loudly in my heart.
In celebration, the marsh was decked out in its finest autumn attire as the last rays of the sun washed over it in waves of gold.
It felt like everyone was holding their breath, waiting…
And I mean everyone.
Some were walking along the shore, others simply staring up at the sky…
While the truly young at heart were dancing with abandon!
The weather man had warned that the Cape might see some incoming clouds. Now I happen to love clouds, and crossed my fingers that Supermoon might too! 🙂
Then before we knew it someone was exclaiming, There it IS!
And just like in the movie, Moonstruck, there it was.
Like some great big snowball in the sky, rising slowly over the heads of all who’d come to witness its beauty.
And sure enough, as predicted, the clouds began to creep in.
At one point they got so thick we wondered if the moon would get swallowed up and disappear from view altogether.
But that ole’ moon seemed determined to break through, to be seen…
Moving in and out from behind the clouds, like we were on the set of some Hallowe’en movie!
As the hour of the eclipse approached, we headed for home just in time to catch a glimpse of Supermoon through the trees in our neighbor’s yard.
By the time we made it to the top of our deck stairs, Supermoon had beaten us there; just beginning to peer from behind the boughs of the silver leaf trees.
Just then, all of the clouds fell away and for the first time since moonrise, Supermoon stood alone.
Through the camera it looked so close, almost as if I could reach out and touch it.
And then slowly, ever so slowly, the eclipse began…
I couldn’t breathe as I watched the colors move from a pale yellow…
To a soft red glow.
At its peak, the moon went almost totally red.
Everything got so still, as if suspended, transfixed in a kind of awe.
Before we knew it, the eclipse was moving in the other direction.
The red colors slowly faded, replaced once again by a pale yellow glow…
We won’t see Supermoon again now for another 18 years. Who knows if I’ll even be here to witness the next one, or whether clouds will prevent a good viewing.
I am just so glad that I decided to go for broke and take along my trusty camera companion to be part of a bit of lunar history.
Maybe that’s what it’s all about. If you have a dream, or a passion, get out and shoot the moon. And see what comes! 🙂
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