One night my friend, Jen, and I went for a walk just after the sun went down, at Pleasure Point in Santa Cruz. Well, technically, it’s in Capitola. But, anyway. It’s this stretch of road, on the cliffs above beach and rocks, in a neighborhood. You just meander along, and look at the sky and the ocean below, and sometimes there’s a lot of surfers, sometimes just a few.
So, this night, I had my camera, and the moon was full, and it was cool. Really cool. Jen took a photo of me with the moon behind my head, and the streetlight lighting my hair. Do you see that moon, peeking from behind me? (Thanks, Jen. I love this photo!)
Then the next night, I was back down there alone, with a camera and a tripod. And I took some photos of the moon over Aptos and on the water.
Then another time, in January, Jen and I were down there again, walking, just at sunset (we walk together a lot). Someone had put these flowers in memorial for someone on a fence near the point where people watch the surfers. The moon was coming up behind them. I don’t know the person they were for, or why they were at that specific place.
Before I wrote this post, I walked outside my cottage in the mountains a few miles inland from the ocean. The waxing moon was sinking out of sight, behind the trees to the southwest. I almost jumped in my car and drove down to the beach for more moon photos. But, it’s late, and I’ve got to get up early tomorrow.