Moon Winter Full
by Jerry Harris

The day started with a full winter moon. The moon had beamed all night. I pulled into a parking lot, grabbed a camera, a tripod and went in search of a good spot. It was cold and my fingers hurt as I screwed the camera on the tripod. As I looked around I saw a blanket of clouds approaching. I fretted, "These clouds will kill my shot." There was no time to waste. I crouched on the ground with a retracted tripod. The clouds moved in as I tried to frame the perfect shot. My knees ached from the icy dew on the grassy hill. While I fumbled with knobs on the tripod, the clouds seemed to accelerate across the sky. If I was going to get a shot it had to be now. I took a deep breath to just let go and fired the shutter. In a blink the moon was gone.