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Bloody Sunday




Last Sunday we experienced an eclipse of the moon which was also one of those Blood Super Moon things.  We have only been hearing about it for a month or so and guess who wasn't prepared?   I had my camera, and card, and juiced batteries.  And it wasn't like it happened in a split second and it was over.  The problem, dear readers, was laziness and arrogance.    



















First the laziness:  The moon was sitting at twelve o'clock at approximately 11:00 am on Sunday night.  For you non-military or aviation folks,  that means it was directly overhead.  (I watched Twelve O'clock High on TCM) a couple months ago.)  I had my 300mm kit zoom lens on and tried as much as possible to bend down into the camera viewfinder to focus.  In order to get it perfect I would have had to lie on my back on the cement after lowering the tripod to accommodate my position.  I did not.  I Thought I had it, bit didn't.  So these are a tiny bit fuzzy so that makes them worthless in my book.  

The arrogance lies in me thinking all I had to do was turn a camera on and voile, it would happen all by itself.  One of these happened about 5 or 6 years ago and I did much better that night because I planned it out and was prepared long before the event.  I also, at that time, used a 400mm lens that I could have used this time, but didn't.  Laziness and arrogance.    Two damn bitches that will always screw you over.

I'll be ready for the next one.  In 2022.

As a public service I found a picture of it by someone who was not bound by laziness or arrogance.



     

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