The moon was so bright over the lake. no tripod no nd filter, but i wanted the Moon. Somewhat restrained i whopped and howled at that big old shiny moon. i braced my camera and took my chance. Not what i wanted but a starting place to howl. Maybe if i keep whopping and howling that big old moon will turn into a balloon and take me to a place where:
..........."nobody's ever visited, where...
.................always it's......
...........................Spring and everyone's....
in love and flowers pick themselves (E.E. Cummings)
