‘Twas a Wolf Moon out there… a time of mystery, a time of danger, a time when sensible folks stay inside, lock the doors, bar the windows, and hide in the bathtub, for the wolves be a’calling out there. Wolf Moons are nothing to fool around with, that’s for sure, for many an odd thing happens upon them.
Nah. It was merely the first full moon of the year, the Wolf Moon, and I was, where else, camera in hand when the clouds parted for a moment, allowing this shot just as it was rising just to the left of the Sandia Mountains in New Mexico (left, in this case is defined as myself being in the west looking east, with the mountains to my right, which makes this moon to my left and my head hurt trying to describe it). It was in wonderful color for this particular moonrise. Now, one might comment that this shot isn’t as sharp as it could be. To which I would respond “yup. That be a ton of atmospheric crud between it and me”. But then again, that crud gave us this shot.
Wolf Moon, 2010. What a moon. Now, if you’ll excuse me, it is off to find my bathtub.
