November 12, 2008
Two sick boys. Another long day.
So after the two small ones were firmly ensconced in bed, I decided it was time for a little treat. Its been the most beautiful evening. Balmy with a soft breeze. The low hum of cicadas in the distance and crickets chirruping softly. The moon has been full and golden; rising through a soft haze of cloud.
At about 9pm I went outside and sat in the driveway. With my camera pointed skyward, I practised a little night-time photography. The moon was irresistible. I'm not a very good night-photographer - I don't have a steady hand or a tripod. I understand little about exposure and suchlike. I did, however, enjoy taking a few snaps.
But pity the poor man. The one who came to post a letter at the corner mailbox across the road. In the dark. Who turned to see the shadowy figure of a woman, crouched in the driveway opposite. The one seemingly pointing a camera at him. He scuttled away ever so quickly.
I have probably confirmed all his suspicions about the strange things that happen when there is a full moon.