Fiesty

Frustrated with how people behave and their disregard n disrespect for others. Sometimes all I can do is look at the moon n allow myself to feel small.

They call me Moonshine...

maybe it's cuz I dig standing under the moonlight and takin pix of the glowing orb that so entices me...or maybe it's because I just got back from the atmosphere with drops of Jupiter in my hair.

crescent moon, Venus top, Jupiter below

the line thru the moon is a tree branch in the foreground, and the planet is Venus

Have you noticed the 2 stars hanging out together in the sky this beautiful month of March?  They are the planets Venus (the biggest, brightest of them) and Jupiter (hanging out below Venus).
I felt compelled to go out there to shoot them tonight.  Jupiter seems to have fallen south since I just saw him earlier this evening.  He almost slipped behind some building away from my view, but I captured the more demure planet of the two before he moved further along.

What's the moon trying to tell me?

I've been fascinated with the moon for some time. I remember in Southern Illinois while visiting my parents years ago seeing the moon low in the sky looking enormous! I do mean enormous! I doubt anyone else has ever seen it this big! It was on a dark country road, and it's like it was there just for me! How do I describe how big it looked? Hmmm...for example...if you're looking at it in the sky the moon might look like a volleyball--right? Sometimes it might look bigger than a basketball. On that night in Illinois, it looked like maybe 4-5 of those big balls you use in exercise class put together to form one gigantic ball! WOW! Since then, I notice the moon more than I ever did before. I wrote a wee love story about the sun and the moon. Kind of an unrequited love story; where the sun is the man, the moon is the woman, and the only time they could ever meet was during a solar eclipse.

I've written poems about the moon. I swoon at the moon.

I met up with someone last night to sit by the fireplace at Cottage Bar and discuss my ideas about how I want to photograph him. Prior to leaving to meet him, I text'd him and told him to look at the moon. But, he couldn't see it from his place. It was low and bigger than a basketball, and bright and full. Later, it was higher with it's aura glowing around it. I wondered what it was trying to tell me. I wonder if my aura ever looks like that? At Cottage Bar there was a cool group of older men seated next to us...they broke out into song. Kind of like barbershop quartet style, only there was a dozen or more of them. I almost cried. I smiled so big my cheeks hurt. It's moments like this that make me feel like I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be at this exact time. It's moments like hearing them randomly sing at this little bar restaurant, that I feel so completely alive. "They're gonna be my new friends!" I told the guy I was seated in front of the fireplace with. "They are gonna sing at one of my parties! watch..."

...and so the story goes...this guy is keen on my ideas to photograph him. He's a musician. I knew the first time I saw his fantastic expressions on stage that I wanted to photograph him. It wasn't about his music, or him being in a band (though I think he's got mad talent!), it was about his face and the emotion within it. I found him on myspace (gotta love online networking!) and told him "you have the most spectacular face I've ever seen, and I'm bouncing with ideas of how I'd like to do some portrait photography of you"

...and so the story goes...