On The Moon

I woke this morning wondering about the super moon last evening. It was a clear evening and the moon did rise spectacularly and we saw it still pink a couple of hours later. Unfortunately, there’s a big hill between us and the eastern horizon and I deemed it inappropriate to walk the 300 m from home to the top from which I have photographed many other golden hour events. I thought there might be too many other people there so we stayed home. We have a view from our home towards the north, itself often spectacular but if we are ever moving again, I’d prioritise east and west views because of the rising and setting of celestial objects along the ecliptic. Indeed, the atmospheric high pressure persisted through to this morning and we could see into Ulster. First time in three months we could see both Slieve Donard in the Mourne Mountains (100 km away) and Slieve Gullion (about 95 km distant) standing proud in the ground hugging haze. Places we can’t go. Much like the moon itself. Things change given time, maybe we’ll yet visit both Ulster and the moon.

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When we lived for a while in Westminster, we had a view to the east. We had the privilege to see  some magnificent skies, often from the dinner table, sometimes to the added pleasure of guests. I managed to take some very satisfying photographs, once I learned I also had to compensate for the imperceptible vibration of the underground trains that perceptibly defocused telephoto-lens images.

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