Far Away and a Little Closer


Yesterday evening I took two hand-held shots of the moon from our front porch. I immediately looked at them, realizing I’d do better with a tripod which, of course, was in the car trunk…where it usually is in out of sight, out of mind mode. Then the dogs started barking–they wanted to eat. So, another Ansel Adams moment slipped by.

Published by 67steffen

My labels: grandfather, father, veteran, writer, poet, photographer and dreamer in pursuit of the meaning of life. Getting close, although I'm running out of time--probably why I'm so close.

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