Last evening I was on a mission to capture the moon rising over the lowcountry creeks and I sat and waited, swatting at the ubiquitous bugs who seemed intent on devouring me, perplexed as to why the moon was not rising on schedule. I finally realized that the level of haze on the horizon was totally obliterating any possibility of a moonrise sighting close to the horizon, which was what I was after. Finally I packed up my stuff and headed home, disappointed, but telling myself that if every planned shoot yielded a home run, it wouldn’t be such a challenge, and I won’t appreciate the special shots when I am lucky enough to nail them. This is what it should have looked like …
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