Showing posts with label Moon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Moon. Show all posts
Monday, March 28, 2011
Super Moon!
On the drive to and from the restaurant, the moon's super-ness was definitely on display. This was, of course, because it was the SUPER MOON! Which you should certainly be saying or thinking should sound like 'Super Man!' Only moon. Get it? I didn't take as many photographs as I probably should have, considering the rarity of such a moon. But I took a few.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Monday, September 14, 2009
Pizza, The Moon and Fireworks
Sunday evening the S.'s made pizza and I can say with little authority that it was the best homemade pizza I have ever had. Really, it was very, very good. Properly loaded up with cheese and all sorts of toppings (peppers, sausage and olives on one, olives, spinach and no sauce on another). Oh man, it was good.
There was another fire, this time build by G., log-cabin style...and across the lake the moon rose again, while people set off fireworks.
I simply cannot get enough of the moon and fireworks.
Nope, not enough.
A. acted as a blanket for her mother and I insisted on taking a photograph, et voila.
There was another fire, this time build by G., log-cabin style...and across the lake the moon rose again, while people set off fireworks.
I simply cannot get enough of the moon and fireworks.
Nope, not enough.
A. acted as a blanket for her mother and I insisted on taking a photograph, et voila.
Friday, September 11, 2009
Saturday Evening Moon and Flame
After dinner the larger S. clan (A.'s parents have a house next to the house that her great great grandmother, I may be missing a great, received as a wedding present back in the day, which is still in the family...so a bunch of cousins were right next door) and guests gathered on the shore with outdoors chairs and sweatshirts for a pretty nice bonfire. Wait, first I went out and tried to take beautiful photographs of the orange moon rising to the west, but the camera refused to cooperate. I mean, these photographs may suggest at the pretty, but they do not capture the whole of it.
Here is the fire. H., A.'s sister, and her two friends M. and G. collected the wood and then H. constructed it, teepee-style.
A. developed an E.-like growth...or an E.-like blanket, depending on your perspective. I told them to act like they were happy and cousins with varying degrees of success.
This time it worked out.
This time, not so much. E. was quite taken with this image of herself and insisted I show it to her parents, which I did.
Then I asked E. to take photographs of A. and myself. She took four and these were the best of the bunch. The others, I will burn (except that they're not paper copies, so I'll probably let them rot on my external harddrive until the rapture).
I had a little better luck taking photographs of the moon's reflection on the water. I really liked this a lot.
Then I used one of the dock poles (poles?) to keep the camera relatively steady while I took shots of the beach/fire for 12 second exposures.
Slowly many of the 'grown ups' went to bed, but we continued to sit around the increasingly smaller fire. I am a bit of a fire fixer type. Not that I can fix broken fires but, once they're started, I like to reorganize them, put more logs on, you know, just generally maintain the fire. Perhaps my favorite part was when the evening came to a close and I got to be the person to go right up to the water and fill a bucket with some of the lake and then bring it back and douse the fire...three times! There was such a satisfying hiss and steam, along with the obligatory plumes of smoke. I wish I could maintain and put out fires all the time. That is probably also what a lot of arsonists think to themselves. Huh.
Also, apropos of nothing, yesterday was my mom's birthday. Feel free to wish her a good one a day late:)
Here is the fire. H., A.'s sister, and her two friends M. and G. collected the wood and then H. constructed it, teepee-style.
A. developed an E.-like growth...or an E.-like blanket, depending on your perspective. I told them to act like they were happy and cousins with varying degrees of success.
This time it worked out.
This time, not so much. E. was quite taken with this image of herself and insisted I show it to her parents, which I did.
Then I asked E. to take photographs of A. and myself. She took four and these were the best of the bunch. The others, I will burn (except that they're not paper copies, so I'll probably let them rot on my external harddrive until the rapture).
I had a little better luck taking photographs of the moon's reflection on the water. I really liked this a lot.
Then I used one of the dock poles (poles?) to keep the camera relatively steady while I took shots of the beach/fire for 12 second exposures.
Slowly many of the 'grown ups' went to bed, but we continued to sit around the increasingly smaller fire. I am a bit of a fire fixer type. Not that I can fix broken fires but, once they're started, I like to reorganize them, put more logs on, you know, just generally maintain the fire. Perhaps my favorite part was when the evening came to a close and I got to be the person to go right up to the water and fill a bucket with some of the lake and then bring it back and douse the fire...three times! There was such a satisfying hiss and steam, along with the obligatory plumes of smoke. I wish I could maintain and put out fires all the time. That is probably also what a lot of arsonists think to themselves. Huh.Also, apropos of nothing, yesterday was my mom's birthday. Feel free to wish her a good one a day late:)
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Lunar Eclipse of the Heart
The camera is a bit iffy in terms of the concept of taking photographs of the moon. This was the best one I got of the last lunar eclipse until 2010. Smacker's didn't really care one way or the other.
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