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.
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.
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Reading this entry, I can't believe how similarly I feel about the moon, and for much the same reasons. Both Gramma (Kitty) and Mom were absolutely entranced by the moon --- Gramma was always being stopped in her tracks by some part of Creation and pointing it out to us to marvel over. It worked. Even in my darkest agnostic moments, I still couldn't account for the mind-boggling beauty of Creation any other way than via a Creator. And today, I have been known to call friends and even co-workers whenever I see a particularly startling moon. Somehow I imagine that I'll never get another chance to see something that wonderful again, so I need to soak it all up, completely, until I'm full-of-moon!
Did you ever know this song?
"I see the moon and the moon sees me
Shining thru the leaves of the old oak tree
Please let the moon that shine on me
Shine on the one I love
~
Over the mountains, over the sea
That's where my heart is longing to be
Please let the moon that shines on me
Shine on the one I love"
Gramma used to sing that to me as we would sit on the front porch of their tiny little house in Foreman, eating ice-milk (remember that? I don't think anyone sells it anymore) in a bowl or glass, covered with milk. They had a HUGE oak tree in their front yard, that's probably well over 100 years old now, and I always got giddy at the part of the song where I would REALLY be looking at the moon through the leaves of OUR oak tree. What a lovely memory that was.
I also remember Gramma pointing to the moon when there was an Apollo landing and marveling that there were actually people on that orb. She never doubted science - it worked in conjunction with God for her. Does for me too.
Very much enjoying your blog, even when I don't comment.
- Martine
oh, and GREAT shot of the moon too!
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