I love moonlight. No matter what time of year, if there's a full moon, you can usually find me staring up at it. I even braved near-zero temps and a couple of feet of snow once in upstate New York, just to photograph a winter moon. Yeah, that was back when I was young and didn't worry about things like catching a cold, stray dogs, coyotes...or neighbors calling the cops about the crazy lady outside in the middle of the night, in her jammies, dragging a tripod and a camera all over the place. Tonight I was lazy--skipped the tripod, so this photo is not very sharp, but it does capture the general mood. Too bad I had to work this morning because the moon was right over our pond and I would have loved to spend some quality time photographing it. Ah well.
Here's the poem for today:
The moon casts her pale light across the pond, spotlights the heron and the wood duck who exit stage left.
Here's another work in progress: a commissioned portrait. Very early stages--I've just blocked in basic colors and am working on composition. Will post more photos soon.