I was all teed up Sunday, ready to go out with the rest of the world and get pictures of the super moon, but some reason, I didn’t. It might have been because the actual full moon was Monday night, but still. A photographer acquaintance of mine had advised me that Sunday, the moon would rise early enough that a fair amount of light would remain before sunset, allowing for good shots. Then, all of a sudden, it was 4:45 pm on Sunday, my sister-in-law was texting me to go outside and see the moon, and all I got was scraps of it rising through the trees.
Which was why I headed out an hour-and-a-half earlier than I needed to Monday to scout locations, while crossing my fingers enough light would remain at moonrise, an hour later than the day before. I don’t have one of those moonrise best-place-to-be GPS apps on my phone. So, based on a stunning picture someone posted from Sunday night, I took a stab as to where I might get a shot of the moon rising over Minot Lighthouse.
My first clue that I was wrong place, wrong time occurred when no one else showed up with a camera. Still, I positioned my tripod, framed the image I wanted, took some test shots, and waited. Then I waited some more. Finally, about ten minutes before moonrise, a group of people gathered on the beach. Just enough light remained for me to feel
stupid uneasy, when I realized they weren’t looking toward the
lighthouse at all.
Thankfully, this girl can take a hint. I kept scanning the horizon, and just on time, a red thumbnail appeared at about a 45 degree angle beyond where I’d focused the camera. Oops. After a bit of a scramble, I got a few photos. It was too dark. What I caught with the camera says nothing about what I caught with my eyes.
Nevertheless, a mild afternoon by the ocean, witnessing a mirror-still low-tide is a blessing. Award-winning moonshot or not.