Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Man on the Moon
I shot this picture early one morning over on Breezeway's property on Gwynn's Island. I went over there hoping to get some good pictures of the bay but the lighting wasn't quite right. I went down on the beach in front of the little cottage and felt the urge to look behind me. As I gazed up, I saw the moon surrounded by these tree limbs, and the sunlight shining just perfectly onto the grasses. It was a most unexpected gift.
I am going to be very brief today in honor of the Inauguration. (Please hold your applause and cheers down to a dull roar, thank you. No pushing, shoving or stampeding as you bust your way out of this post.)
I selected this photograph of the moon for today because it reminds me that my great-grandfather, who was the blacksmith at Flat Iron long ago, never believed that a man actually landed on the moon. He thought the whole thing was staged by Hollywood.
This same great-grandfather and his daughter, my grandmother Nanny, lived in a different era, one in which nobody believed a person such as Barack Obama could--or would--ever be President of the United States.
I can't prove or disprove the moon theory, although I'm reasonably sure it wasn't staged. But times have changed, and I feel honored and privileged to be able to witness* this incredibly important and truly remarkable day in our country's history.
(*By "witness" I mean "watching it on TV while at work when I'm supposed to be working, not watching TV," but this is neither here nor there.....)
p.s. This represents 2 days in a row of posts that are on the more serious side. I will return to my usual, hypnotic, inane posts tomorrow. If I remember correctly, it will be a tutorial on how to replace your AC/Heating filters in 46 easy steps, a couple of which are tricky when not performed properly.
Also known as, "Chesapeake Bay Woman nearly kills herself, once again."