The moon seems full of irreconcilable contradictions: it is both close enough to grasp and very distant, it is both familiar and mysterious, it is both interested in and indifferent to events on Earth. Moving slowly and predictably overhead it is a ready subject, until it finally and rapidly slips out of sight. These images were taken during three days of pretty clear weather while the moon was full or close to it. The most interesting were taken when it approached a cloudy horizon or went behind a shred of cloud, as mist and dense air softened its image.
The moon at its fullest:
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And a day later, no longer quire full:
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It is striking as a black and white conversion.
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It floats in the morning sky, still visible but fading away. EF4A9737-Edit
Here it hangs over a cloud horizon.
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Different hues mark its progress.
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It slips, less distinct, behind a shred of mist above the cloud horizon.
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Then it slides quickly behind the clouds.
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After a lifetime of mainly expressing myself with words, my postings here will mainly rely on images. They will speak for themselves to some extent, but I'll usually add a few comments of explanation. I've taken photographs for decades, since the 1950's, inspired in part by my father's photographic skill. Four years of photo assignments and quality darkroom time eventually gave way to decades of casual and family picture-taking. I re-immersed myself when I left film and turned to digital.