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Harvest Supermoon

The Harvest Moon is the cool one we remember in the Fall.  Sometimes it looked so huge and with Halloween around the corner it was maybe a little eerie, too.  Usually we saw it peeking over the treetops with a yellowish or gold tinge.  The Harvest Moon was also a Supermoon.  This year, I didn't see much color and it lacked the eeriness of a cool crisp evening in Northlandia.  Down here, in the mecca of meh, many things are underwhelming.  







Even so it presented a pretty good photo opportunity.  The problem with a post featuring the Moon, where else do you go?  You take one picture of it, then what?  Why post four pics?  Well, then you do a little cropping and zooming, and, voila, a salvaged post barely able to wobble on four legs. 

With the October Blood Moon coming up soon and another meteor shower after that, it's time to grab my lawn chair and do some more night shooting, even in this citified sky.  The blog is always hungry.   

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