Sunday night I hurried to the beach to see the sunset. We’ve had extremely hot weather and occasional clouds lately. The clouds can turn a ho-hum sunset into a breathtaking one or they can blot it out entirely.
I live just far enough from the beach that there’s really no way to know how the sunset will be without driving the fifteen minutes.
So I drove to the beach with the hopes of capturing a brilliant sunset and it was okay. Not exciting at all. It was still nice to be at the beach, to hear the waves breaking. A bride and groom were getting photos taken just after the sun went down.
Then I turned around and caught a glimpse of a low-hanging sliver of the moon and realized I was seeing the lunar eclipse of the Supermoon. I only have an iPhone, so trying to take photos was pointless, but I did stand with other moonstruck beachgoers and watch the moon hanging in the fading sky.
And now we won’t see that phenomenon for decades. Maybe by then I’ll have a decent camera that can photograph the moon. And if not, I’ll just have to “memorize it with my eyes” as my daughter has so often recommended.