How does the moon create such a fascination in me? Last night, when the moon got up over the horizon, I called my wife outside to the deck to see the moon cresting the ridge a few kilometers away from our house. She came out and asked, “What?” I said, “Look. There,” and pointed to the ridge.
Her response was underwhelmed, at best.
I know it’s a hunk of space rock, but it has captured my imagination. Tonight, I snapped a bunch of photos of it and tried a few different shutter speeds and apertures. I think I got, in the photo above, a little of the magic of the moon as it exists in my mind.