Lunacy

 

Tripod in one hand and camera in the other, I lumbered into the garden, terrifying all nightly creatures in my wake with my noisy clanging and cursed mutterings. Looking up to the Heavens, I marvelled at the glowing orb above me.

I felt a little shiver as I pondered over how people in Ancient times must have felt; peering up at the ominous Body in the sky above them. They must have experienced a sense of apocalyptic fear and awe during a Lunar Eclipse.

Shaking off the dregs of foreboding, I went about erecting my tripod in the most suitable position for capturing the Moon’s transformation…not an easy task, I soon realised.

First I had to find the moon because my

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darned LCD screen wasn’t working so I had a limited view through the tiny viewfinder. Eventually I caught a glimpse of a tiny, silver spot in the frame! Now I had to stabilise the tripod so that the only connection of my trembling finger to the fragile setup would be to push the button and snap away.

Ha! That was a mission! Every time I adjusted one of the legs, the moon bounced away, escaping my clutches. After fumbling around frantically, I finally imprisoned the Lunatic and gingerly prodded the shoot button - ‘click, click, click’…

Suddenly the blasted tripod started wavering. Each time I hit the button, the rubber foot yielded its grasp a little more so that once again, I had to stake out the Moon in a frustrated sequence of  prodding and cussing!

Gotcha! I wasn’t going to lose Her this time. I shoved my eye into the misty frame snapping away until my aching shoulders conceded defeat.

Not bad, I thought, for my first attempt and with a glow in my heart, I left Her to it and simmered down to wallow in Her magnificence.