there's an old song, if anyone still remembers chad and jeremy, from the 1960's. or maybe it was the classics IV. i know i danced to it with a boy named 'jimmy' in first year high school. and what is with me attracting all the jims and the jimmy's? why not a bob? (oh, yeah, i had a bob, the guy who was a midget. aherm! i mean vertically challenged.) or a jack? or a noah? never mind.
so all night, instead of trolling 365 and commenting on your photos, i was standing outside on my balcony trying to catch an airplane fly across the moon's face. it was 96% waxing gibous. i got bitten by mosquitoes, booed by the neighbouring kids, barked at by a big dog from one floor down. a man in a unit at the apartment building right across from us, held up a sign: "please dont (sic) take our picture. we can see you." and he had a ginormous telescope. so i wrote on a pad paper: "flatter yourself, bucko! i don't take photos of uglies."
back to the moon and my mission. in short , it was close, but no cigar. it was either too high or too low. and then there was one plane, one plane, that was on the moon's path and i got ready to press the remote. what do you know, effing thing veered towards the north. towards the north, ladies and gentlemen! what is up north that planes would have to go there!
and what do you know, murphy's law was that i put away my camera and plane actually passed across the moon's face. story of my life!
LOL I always think of the saying, "Don't put your camera away until you leave the parking lot" when I hear stories like this. Good news is you'll be able to have a go at the moon and the planes next month, and the month after that, and the month after that...
