This is the big moon that everyone has been talking about. I mean, its a smaller version of the BIG MOON because its not big yet. The image was made a few days before the much anticipated “Super Moon.” I got impatient.
I was grappling with an armload of firewood at what seemed like 10 o'clock, after the time change, which really messes me up. It takes me a good month to adjust to the earlier darkness that happens when some genius makes us move our clocks back.
I always remember how our dogs looked at us during the first week after daylight losing time. “You always feed us at five o'clock!” “Are you crazy?!” “I want my food!” “Woof.”
Anyway, it may have been last Friday night or so when a front came through with all that wind. The clouds were flying by like a runaway freight train. Swirling, twisting curling clouds, high and low with that poor almost to be the largest moon ever, in and out of the clouds. Bright, then gone, with colors around the edges. Atmospheric. And there was I with an armload of wood.
Camera time!
The moon drives me nuts. Around the full moon I get the crawls — always have. Dominic Garvey, an old buddy of ours had the same problem. I'd see him the day after a full moon at the Hannaford parking lot in his car, sound asleep, and know that he and I may as well have stayed up all night watching Puccini opera reruns.
I hope the big moon was great, but not for me. I chose Puccini.