I found myself drawn to the window as the glow from the moon and newly lit tree magnetized the view. My hands reached for my camera before I could question the idea of taking photographs in the darkness. And, as I opened the slider warm night air– such an eerie feeling for the end of November– welcomed me layer-less and eager to begin this experiment. I don’t have a tripod, I know! So, I instantly walked to the edge of our deck and laid on my belly trying to see if I could get all I wanted in the frame. I wasn’t lucky enough to make that work so I sat on the ground in front of the deck, holding the camera on my knee and tilting it into position.
I took a deep breath in, held it, let it out and then pressed the shutter. I was lucky enough to capture something that felt told a story. This image including a glimpse at the wild Redwood trunks in my yard which look intriguing to me. It felt like a gift, this time outside in the dark with the moon coming and going through the low clouds. It is moments like this, when I know they are special as they are happening, that I enjoy most about the craft of photography.
** This post is part of Leanne Cole’s Monochrome Madness Challenge. You can find all the lovely entries, HERE. It’s been a while since I participated. I’m glad to be a part of it again.
I know you already know about how much enjoyment I find in your writings that reveal your photographer’s mind. I found this one especially compelling.
Thank you, it was a memorable night filled with trial and error, mystery and drama and so much gratitude for me being open to experiencing it.