Did you know that the blue moon isn’t actually blue? Do you know why they call it a blue moon? Do you even care? Okay… Neither do I. (Come on guys… I am not that dumb. I do know that it isn’t blue and that it’s the 2nd full moon in a calendar month… I just don’t care.) But when the husband says grab your telephoto lens and tripod I just do as I am told… You know like a good wife. (If you are reading this Brian I hope you didn’t just snort Diet Coke out of your nose.) Anyway… I got several great shots of the blue moon. But here is my favorite blue moon picture. I like the wispy clouds and the mountain silhouette.
Oh hi… Remember me? The one who forgets that she has her own blog to update on occasion. I am sure at least 4.7 of you missed me… Or at least think you missed me. Then you read this post and question your sanity. I have that effect on people.
I decided to browse through my photos to see what exactly I have been doing for the last month. I mean, besides harvesting unicorn glitter. Apparently we have gone all “spacey” in the Hansen house (not just because I totally left milk off the grocery list one week). We’ve taken up looking at the Super Moon and launching model rockets.
The Super Moon… Did you have a chance to check it out last month? It was basically awesome. And by basically I mean totally. It times like this I am glad to have a DSLR, telephoto lens, and a tripod. It is also times like this I actually wish I knew what I was doing with said items. But even with my limited skills I think I did the Super Moon proud… The Superman on the Moon would so approve.
I have no idea why this moon was so super. But I am a lemming and wanted in on the action.
If only my pictures of the eclipse could have happened. I blame the clouds… and the fact I was scared to burn a hole in my cornea.
I know… I am a wuss.
Let me set the scene. A warm Spring afternoon. A fridge desperately short on cold and delicious nectar of the Gods. I dutifully went to replenish the supply. The large case was encased in shrink wrapped plastic. I carefully select a knife to slice through the plastic, nothing too sharp. I can’t risk damaging the goods. I carefully place the dull blade upon the rigid plastic. I press down… AND… POP! A loud explosion. Sweet, cool, bubbly liquid erupts. I have done the unthinkable.
I have punctured the heart and soul of the one I love so dearly. And in the aftermath… This is all that remains.
Love kills… And this is the evidence.