Why is the night so different? Same tree, just another bird landing on one of it's branches in the daytime. But when night falls, the moon rises off the horizon and is still large through the lens of the atmosphere...the bird...no, the entire feeling changes from a winter's day to an ominous foreboding omen. Is it literature, is it folklore or is there a sense of truth behind the legends? I certainly felt uncomfortable as I let the camera shutter remain open for what seemed to be an eternity. I have stood in this same place in my familiar yard often during the day and felt a sense of exhilaration, of normalcy...that night, once the shutter closed, tripod collapsed and lens cap back on...I hurriedly retraced my steps and went back to my study...the room with the brightest light in the house.
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I would have scurried back so quickly...probably would have reached the door before you, even :o).
Every time we have a full moon, I see it in the morning before sunlight reaches over the mountain. In my bathroom window, I look out to see the moon ever so bright...demanding to be noticed behind the wooded lot in our back yard. I tried to get a picture of her once, but it wasn't any good. It looked more like a little dot of light in a silouette of tree's.
I like this shot...a bit spooky but still demanding attention.
{I like the way you shared your thoughts on my post...Goldilocks...and I, too, like that last one. It's shimmery background enhance's it a bit.}
Pretty spooky if you ask me! It is still beautiful :) Thanks for your kind comment on my blog. I am trying to learn how to use my new camera and have no idea what I am doing!! I also have Bob Bulls saved from slaughter story up if you would like to read.
that's primeval fear
Heather, Karrie and Sunny...
Sounds like you all had the same feelings I did about the picture. Thanks for the perspectives. Karrie, I will check out the Bob Bulls info.
Dan
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