Rust Moon
The moon is a lovely sort of orange rust color tonight on top of being full (or near it) and very close to the horizon. It looks absolutely huge. I really wanted to take a picture of it, but I unless it's rising rather than setting I don't think I'm going to get to. Damn apartment buildings getting in the way of photography.
There's something about full moons that nearly always makes me want to take pictures of them. They're just so stunningly beautiful. I am not a terribly good photographer. Maybe I'll eventually improve.
When I was a kid (in the 10 - 17 range I think) I don't remember loving full moons, but I do remember one of them changing how I look at my world quite a bit. There was something busy/loud/boisterous going on in my parents house (I have no idea what since I don't think it was a holiday) and I was hot and a bit stressed. It was winter so I stepped outside to cool down and looked up at the perfectly full moon through the front yard's skeletal trees. It was still and silent outside as well as being cold. I stood there for a few minutes, looking up at the crisp blue-white moon. I could see all the craters and darker blotches on its face clearly. It hit me just how huge and far away that moon was. The sheer scope of the perspective which made it look small to me was somewhat of a revelation.
I know it will never happen, but it made me want to be able to travel there, so I could really understand how I compare to the distance of even a relatively tiny hop across the vastness of space.
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