From eight o'clock onward last night, my eyes were drawn to the windows. At 10:05, I could stand it no longer.
I knew I wouldn't be able to do it, I could never do it justice. I still don't know how to do no-light photos. But I had to TRY.
So, when my friend Nancy had left, and the children and Matt were snug and toasty under quilts and afghans~I started adding layers and grabbed my camera.
I laid on the snow, trying not to breath as I snapped 109 photos of the lunar eclipse.
Of those 109, this is the only one that turned out semi-decent and it is a sorrowful sight compared to the true-life experience, it leaves much to be desired.
But I tried. I'll give myself an E for effort.
After the 45 minutes I was out there, my bumpkin was frozen solid, my digits were burning hot with almost-frostbite, my abs had just withstood about 40 minutes of isometric contractions, and I came inside with only the assurance that I REALLY stink at night photography.
Just another thing to learn about and practice.
On the bright side: I have until 2010, I guess.