Friday, January 9, 2009
I see the moon
I am really loving my new camera, especially the zoom lens. The moon was so bright last night and almost completely full and, as I was admiring it, I wondered if my camera could capture it. Most of the first shots looked like I was taking pictures of a street light or something. I kept playing with the shutter speed, aperture, and light settings (please don't assume for a minute that I know what any of that means, I was just pushing buttons) until, finally, I had it. For a moment I stared at the tiny little moon displayed on the camera's LCD screen, pondering how a hand-held instrument could do something so profound. There it is up there in the sky and here I sit holding it in my hand. Marvelous. I had a dream the other night that I went into outer-space (which the dream dictionary said was representative of my creativity). It was a really awesome dream and I remember that I was heading for the moon but never made it...there were far too many other sights to behold before I woke up. Capturing the moon with my camera made up for my disappointment of not reaching it in my dream. I've always had a somewhat intense relationship with the moon. Growing up I was taught to "love" the moon. Yes, my parents were hippies, but this love of the moon came more from their love for God and an appreciation for all of his creation. The moon just happens to be brilliantly displayed up there in the night sky which makes him all the more mysterious and exquisite. We would recited this poem..."I see the moon and the moon sees me, God bless the moon and God bless me. I love the moon and the moon loves me, God loves the moon and God loves me." I do love the moon and I'm completely convinced that he loves me too.