Photography: Worm Moon

I came back from Las Vegas on a night with a full moon and a total lunar eclipse. The event known as the Blood Moon. Despite setting an alarm, I couldn’t bring myself to get out of bed. I woke up in a panic at 6 a.m., raced to a local park, and then discovered I had the wrong lens.

The event that all the local photographers had been planning for the entire month is something I missed.

With only five minutes until a hill hid the moon, I hiked in as fast as I could. It was cold, and I wanted to quit. What’s the point? These photos won’t be right. I’ve already missed it. Who cares anyway?

But I didn’t stop. Once I secured the camera strap around my wrist and lifted it to my eye, I wanted to use it. I wanted to see what looked cool through the lens. Even these imperfect and messy shots feel like another step in my journey. I became obsessed with water droplets on leaves. The way I could see warmth when the sun hit the grass. Faraway reflections which I couldn’t get in focus, but still hold a certain truth. A lone bird at the top of a tree taking in the morning sun.

I keep getting messages I’m on the right track, so let me know what you think. You like these? Have a favorite?


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  • These were taken with my Olympus E-M1 MarkII, using a 40-150mm lens and edited with Lightroom Classic.