In the quiet hour before dawn, there are stirrings about the pond. Leaves fall silently past our window. The visiting flock of ruddy ducks, roused from their slumber, gather quietly in a round, restless formation, for what I imagine to be their mo...
Low clouds filtered the bright, December moonlight, spreading it faintly over the water, imparting a surreal quality to the scene. It was late. Skipping the tripod, I opened the window and braced the camera against the window frame for t...
pond was unusually still, and the reflection almost mirror-perfect. It was late, so once again I made do without the tripod. Lowering the top sash, I braced the camera against both the sash edge and my chest for the 1/5th-second manual exposure. (...
Whence comes the title of this post? The photo was taken late at night, not late in the month. I first caught sight of this lonely moon, pale and distant in the southeast, well past 10:00 pm. What drew my attention were the spooky, Hallo...
dinner guests pulled me aside, drawing my attention to the moody, cloud-shrouded moon outside the window, just opposite across the pond. The light was too low for “auto,” so I set the camera manually, then opened the window f...
At midnight, I happened to glance out and saw a moon so vivid, so palpable that I could almost reach out and touch it. It...
