expletives deleted….

With excited anticipation, I drove to a remote area to capture the alleged grand, blood moon & eclipse. Hmmm? May I just say ‘whatever’. I say that as a result of frustration at my own poor planning. My heretofore stout tripod broke. A wobbly exercise ensued of attempting to stabilize the camera/lens for the shot. The barely visible dark red orb rose to the East. I tried all the settings imaginable. Nada, nunca,  zip, zero, expletive. At best, I got this…a blurry stack of pancakes at best. The tripod was a disappointment.

I retreated toward civilization. Apparently, many had ventured out to view the much touted event. Hundreds of cars moved back toward the metro area…and, they drove as if possessed, as if evading heat seeking missiles…a full moon influence no doubt.

Once back in town, I found a suitable spot to photograph the now full, non-eclipsed moon…my front yard! I found an old tripod and used it to take the beautiful full moon….sans blood.