Well its that time of year, or better yet it “was” that time of year. Friday evening as I understand it was the last night of the Harvest Moon and I was fortunate enough to have a descent view of it near my home. The Harvest Moon has meanings to many, I think if you’re into Astrology it is in the sign of Aries. (Not so sure what that means) The Harvest Moon took on a new meaning for me, and I’m pretty happy to discover it.
As I setup my gear to photograph the moon; Nikon D800, Gitzo tripod and ballhead, and a Tamron 200-500mm lens for those wondering. Now that I think about it I probably could have tossed on a 1.4 multiplier. Oh well, maybe I will keep that in mind for next year.
Back to my “discovery”, while setting up I had noticed a handful of people, neighbors I believe also outside taking in the moon spectacle as I was. Most of them with their phone cameras I might add. They were all talking amongst each other, pointing at the moon, laughing and otherwise why enjoying a nice evening out. After taking a few shots, adjusting settings as I went along, three different neighbors stopped to ask what I was doing. Each of them stayed for just a minute or two. I learned one of their names, but what was important here is that the Harvest Moon, brought people outdoors, I was able to meet and chat with my neighbors, people I might not have spoken to previously.
Maybe there is something to the celestial thing, I don’t know. I was happy to meet my neighbors, and I got a pretty neat shot of the Moon.
Until next time,
As it turns out I’ve been spending some time going through my archives and stumbled on this one. This was shot on the streets of Asuncion, Paraguay. People in general didn’t like people “looking” at them. However the moment you pointed a camera in their direction the apprehension seemed to disappear. This image is a little slice of what life looked like in Asuncion.
Until next time,
A long time ago, in what seems like a life-time ago. I was fortunate enough to have access to a 35mm Canon SLR. (I’m a Nikon Guy today) :-) It may have been a Canon T-80 as well, although I’m not entirely sure. What is important though, is that there is an image I shot that I believe is what started me down the photography path, or at least in a more serious way.
I do think back on this image, and what it meant to me then and what it means to me today. There are a few reasons that I took up photography but this image in particular always pulls me back.
So I feel a little background is needed to put this in some sort of context. In late April of 1991 (yeah a long time ago), while I was in the US Coast Guard, my ship, the Cutter Tahoma was engaged in rescue and repatriation operations and took onboard 455 Haitians. The physical and emotional stress that affected my shipmates wasn’t something I had witnessed before. Yet it was nothing compared to what our reluctant passengers were experiencing.
I’ve tried to order the images chronologically or at least as best I can remember. I apologize for the less than optimized images, but I also hopes it gives you some idea of what myself and my old shipmates witnessed.
For a little more of that particular operation there are two articles pertaining to it you can find here, one from the UPI.COM and the Washington Post
Until next time and thank you for indulging me.