I was ready, and so was the night sky.
I know it was a nerd thing
to do, but I went onto the web and checked with the Navy
to make sure the time was right.
I grabbed the tripod, backpack
and yelled "I'm off to shoot the moon."
I drove around the lake hunting
for the perfect place, and found it, of all places, on the asphalt
of the Presbyterian
Chapel parking lot.
Over the past hundred years,
there have been over a thousand moonrises that might have been seen
from this spot.
This, I think, was one of
the best.