The Moon illuminates two kinds of shapes,
bent uneven edges of the garden
and straight hard edges of the garden shop.
bent uneven edges of the garden
and straight hard edges of the garden shop.
As silhouettes the shapes merge together,
sky cut by garden, garden shop and Moon.
Under it all I’m a kind of shape, too,
or maybe a collection of shapes, too,
grabbing the moonlight with a camera,
more skillful in its mechanical way
than any watercolor painter’s brush.
Light cross-circuited into a picture.
It’s real in its technological way.
Sky cut by garden, garden shop and Moon.
Under it all I’m a kind of shape, too,
or maybe a collection of shapes, too.
Even if there had been dinosaur shapes—
collections of strange curves and sharp edges—
moving behind me trying to grab me
I still would have stopped to take this picture.
Come to think of it, when I composed this
I was concentrating on looking up.
I don’t know what was moving behind me.
Dinosaurs might have been moving back there,
like old ghosts haunting a garden shop Moon.
I got the picture. If the dinosaurs
want to get me they’ll have to try harder.
sky cut by garden, garden shop and Moon.
Under it all I’m a kind of shape, too,
or maybe a collection of shapes, too,
grabbing the moonlight with a camera,
more skillful in its mechanical way
than any watercolor painter’s brush.
Light cross-circuited into a picture.
It’s real in its technological way.
Sky cut by garden, garden shop and Moon.
Under it all I’m a kind of shape, too,
or maybe a collection of shapes, too.
Even if there had been dinosaur shapes—
collections of strange curves and sharp edges—
moving behind me trying to grab me
I still would have stopped to take this picture.
Come to think of it, when I composed this
I was concentrating on looking up.
I don’t know what was moving behind me.
Dinosaurs might have been moving back there,
like old ghosts haunting a garden shop Moon.
I got the picture. If the dinosaurs
want to get me they’ll have to try harder.
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Last month we had cloudy skies around the nights
of the young Moon. I didn’t get a picture.
Yesterday I was off doing something, but today
I got a chance late to go outside a bit
after the Sun went down.
The Moon was already very low—with the clocks
pushed back it gets dark very early now—but I took
the chance of photographing the young Moon,
about two days old and 6.5% illuminated, with
different shapes from the garden shop, organic branches
and hard-edged support girders, silhouetted in
the foreground.
I love little images like this. I took this
with my zoom lens at maximum and the sky already
was almost colorless and dark. This was
almost completely handheld even with
the zoom out [!] but my camera has an anti-shake function
and I braced the back of my hand against
a vertical fence post.
I think I should have composed the shot with the Moon
away from the support girder, but the Moon was so low
that I was in an awkward position just trying to grab
this composition. I think it’s still a nice composition
of different shapes, and different kinds of shapes.
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