Sheesh!

It’s a quarter to four and NewMexiKen can’t sleep. Wandering around the house in the dark just to stretch I look out and see a gold-to-orange moon setting over the city lights. That would make a wonderful photo I think.

So I get the still new Nikon out and try — foolishly, of course — to take a picture while holding the camera. After two tries I realize that isn’t working. So I get the tripod and set it up. I’m in front of the house trying to hurry. The moon is getting too low (how come it seems to move so fast when you don’t want it to?) but finally I’m ready.

Flash!

I have no idea why it flashed. Damn camera seems to have a mind of its own, one more clever than mine I fear. What I can’t figure now is why the sheriff hasn’t shown up yet to see why I’m taking flash photos outdoors at four in the morning. To pay back all the neighbors whose lights flood my yard I’d say.

The photo isn’t good — not sharp at all. But I thought you might like it. (It’s well cropped.) I’ve titled it, “The View at Four with Flash,” or “Are You Sure Ansel Adams Started This Way?”