So, how many of you pulled away from NaNoing long enough to check out the super moon this morning?
If you missed it, likelihood is Twitter and Facebook have already force-fed your news feed with various articles and snap shots of the event. Good! Who gives a shit about Walking Dead spoilers when the moon’s been at its closest to Earth since 1948?!
Any excuse to crack out the old Rebel T2i is an excuse to be celebrated. Photography isn’t something I really dedicate enough time to, not since J-school, and when social media announced this astrological phenom, not a hound of hell could keep me from sneaking a peek.
I read somewhere that the peak time to view the moon was just before dawn – so around 6:22 am EST. Here are the best shots from in and around that time.
What a beauty. ❤
Shit like this is so important. Not just to science, but for us as human beings, individuals, living creatures uncertain of what lays ahead of us. The last few days have been especially unnerving for people in the U.S., over the election, and with everything going on with that – the spectacle of the super moon couldn’t have happened at a better time.
Our world, and everything beyond it, offers the wildest, wondrous, and most mystical of all gifts we shall receive in our life – all of our lives, combined.
We don’t know what’s going to happen. And I don’t even mean this from a political stance. As humans, we don’t know what’s next for us – for anything. There is only speculation. There is only hope. There is only fear, but with fear, there is also adventure.
Carl Sagan said it best, when he spoke of Earth as a pale blue dot:
“Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar,” every “supreme leader,” every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there-on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.
The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot.
Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.
The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.
It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.”
It really makes you think. Really makes you wonder. As this new week unfolds for you, dear reader, I hope you have something to look forward to. And if you don’t – it’s not too late to cultivate a desire for change, so that you do.