Shoot the moon

“Darling”, he said as he came through the study door “what on earth are you doing?” A reasonable question I suppose given that I was precariously balanced on the window sill, arm outstretched through the burglar guard, camera in hand – aiming at the sky…. or a ufo for all he knew!

“Darling”, I replied in my most Annie Leibovitz like voice, “I am trying to shoot the moon”. There was a momentary silence – I was expecting a witty retort along the lines of “Gunfire at the OK corral” instead he offered me a cup of tea and a passing comment that went something along the lines of “I love you, mind you don’t drop the camera”.

Its night shot practice week – I’m sure it should be terribly easy and there’s a wonderful function button on my nikon to facilitate the process but considering I haven’t (yet) worked through the tutorial disk I can only blame myself!

Its a complicated subject the moon – frustrating as a novice “photographer”. The tea was good though – we had it in the garden, prone on the grass, searching for that elusive man in his cheesy surrounds.

Mondays Moon Fact (courtesy of – In China, the dark shadows that are on the moon are called “the toad in the moon”.


“Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war”

There was a shy, new moon out last night – barely cracking a smile. In fact if you blink you’d probably miss the silver sliver. Yet there was just a hint of “watch out world, here I come”.

For some obscure reason, it brought a flood of sentiment (not particularly useful while dodging traffic but there is no leash powerful enough for the beast that is the human psyche). There is an afrikaans word that perhaps best encapsulates the emotion – “huimwee”. No literal translation as such – hankering, yearning, nostalgia¬† … yet more ethreal somehow, a more will o the wisp thing. The what ifs, perhaps and maybe’s, different roads to take, different choices to make.

The fraility of human existence was never more clear than during a documentary on television filmed by an ITN reporter called Jon Steele and called “Baker Boys – Inside the Surge”. Based on the experiences of a company of american soldiers in Iraq it chronicles the experience of being at war in the modern age. No short sharp battle, a winner and a loser – instead a constant, draining war of minds and hearts. I’m fascinated by history and hand in hand with that military history courtesy of us war-mongering humans. I feel unqualified to pass judgement on being at war – my ground level, uncontaminated opinion is that death cannot be recommended but sadly good people die while politicians play at puppet master.

A sea of blank eyes greeted the documentary maker’s questions – “how do you feel”, “what do you think”? Optimistic to expect the truth I guess. Would they do it again – I would imagine the majority would sign on the dotted line. War generates income and in an economic recession people do what they need to to put bread on the table.

It begs the question though – what does the average 20 year old see by the quiet light of a silvery moon on foreign shores?

Baker Boys – Inside the Surge