Saturday night we’re stood outside in the dark, stumbling around a tripod in a mockery of age-old paganism. We’re watching the moon being eaten.
Yep, we watched the lunar eclipse from the first bite-sized swallow to it’s surreal red moon glory, and all thanks to a gloriously clear sky with Orion watching overhead with the rest of his stellar kin. The moon slowly vanished to be replaced by a mythical red planet hovering in the sky like a rendered marble, a faux moon casting it’s red light onto the earth telling tales of blood and war. I can understand why the pagans went wild for this.
And we took photos. Lots of them – so many that Christa used up four batteries on the Nikon and even my “lasts foverever” Canon battery was drained in the cold night air. I bracketed exposures, varied ISO from 100 to 1600 and beyond, pushing the lenses to the limits of their capabilities in the hope of docmenting the once-in-18.6-year-event.
Here’s the end result, from first bite to the moon’s eclipse.