One of the first things I tried to shoot as a new photographer was the moon, because I’ve never lost my little girl awe of a big yellow (or red) full moon. Nothing stops me with wide-eyed wonder and appreciation like the sight of a glowing moon silently rising over the top of a dark treeline. One of the things about having horses is that I spend more time outside than most people ordinarily do. I feed our horses hay several times a day and their last feeding is around 10:30 or 11 PM. It’s usually at that late hour that I have the best view of the moon as it moves slowly across the open horizon. Soon after, the moon drops behind the trees again and won’t resurface until the early hours of the morning, when it reappears on the opposite side of our house.
My first attempts to photograph the moon had mixed results. I soon learned that nighttime photography required a set of skills that I didn’t have yet … and still don’t. The few decent shots I managed to get were really nothing more than sheer dumb luck. The photo above is actually a setting moon, taken at dawn. I probably shot at least fifty or sixty frames, of which only a few were keepers. And even the best were not great. But I kept a few of those shots because if I ever start thinking I’ve mastered my camera I can look at some of those early photos and be humbled. There’s always something more I can learn!