I was outside last Friday evening, conducting my nightly search for monsoon chances (yes, I am a partying fool), when I saw this freakishly bright moon. I ran, or more accurately waddled, back inside for my camera, pausing to audibly exclaim my good fortune having stepped, barefoot and in rapid succession, upon a pebble and Eucalyptus seed. Employing all my photographic talents (i.e. pointing the camera at it, sticking my tongue out a la Michael Jordan, clicking futilely several times, staring at and shaking the satanic device, then cursing as I look around to make sure no one is looking and pulling off the
lens cap) I managed to shoot this picture before I was ravaged by mosquitos or killed in a drive-by.
Someday I hope to throw out a bunch of technological photography jargon about utilizing film speeds, f-stops and such. For now, I say with pride that I do often use a filter: a mind clouded by poor judgement, exhaustion or a couple gin and tonics. Sometimes I employ all three at once for a “perfect storm” of photographic tweaks. God, as always, is the ultimate artist; we are left to try our hand at mere reproduction.