A few images from this morning, capturing the super, blue, blood moon and the lunar eclipse as seen from NYC area
Blue Moon. Blood Moon. Super Moon. Lunar Eclipse. One of these events that happen only once every…150 years, I believe they said. So, of course, I prepared whatever gear I had to photograph the lunar eclipse, didn’t sleep a wink last night, and was up, no alarm needed, by 5.30 a.m. this morning. The first thing that came to mind was not coffee (one of those very rare mornings) but the moon.
Where was the moon?
I looked out the window, but couldn’t see anything. I bundled up and when downstairs, out in the street, staring at the sky. It was crystal clear, but no moon in sight. I walked around and looked around…and then I spotted it, the moon that is. A super-moon, indeed, and just barely above the horizon line. It was still pitch dark, windy and way below freezing temps, and so I went back upstairs to get my gear. (Not that I have much of a gear for these sorts of events, but that will change soon. Or so I keep telling myself.)
Once downstairs again, gear in hand, I parked myself on the street, on the sidewalk, although the middle of the street would have been a perfect spot, and set up. By then, the moon had already lowered even more, dangerously low, in the sky. By then, across the river, on the Manhattan side, the sky was just beginning to glow. From street level, the view to the moon was already partially blocked by buildings and city signs. That’s when I noticed it, the beginning of the eclipse.
I went upstairs, hoping that, by then, I would get a better view. And I did. I also snapped a few shots. Before the eclipse was over, the moon below the horizon.
As always, thanks for stopping by!
ALINA OSWALD 