As much as I would like to believe myself capable of rising at 3:30 a.m. and hauling my tripod outside, I feel certain that I will not. I did catch a few amateur photos of the full moon tonight. I feel quite proud of myself. None of my frames would pass muster if scrutinized by the likes of my photographer friend Aneal Vohra in Kansas City. He would, however, give me high marks for effort.
Midnight draws near. My body sags from the burden of slogging through the day. Dishes have been done. Morning will slam against me before I quite realize what has taken place. So I will sleep, now; and leave the recordation of the lunar eclipse to the professionals; unless, of course, I happen to awaken at just the right time. I won’t mind if I don’t. I shall enjoy the plethora of photographs of the pink moon that will flood my news feed in the morning.
It’s the twenty-fifth day of the eighty-ninth month of My Year Without Complaining. Life continues.