In late August, I decided to give Pitt St another go-around. The week had been rainy but cleared as it neared Friday, leaving behind some clouds and making me hope the sunset would be a bombshell of color.
Although there is a reassuring security about not needing to work against gravity, I enjoy traveling by air because it reveals a different perspective of the Earth — and, yes, because I get to experience some of the finest machinery running today. In over two years in Charleston, I’ve been in the waterways but had not yet been on the waterways. You might call that my oversight and my loss, because the view and the calm of being on the water can be breathtaking.
Impeccable timing! I had just written a post boasting about the serenity of dawn, and a week later (photography time, not real time) I end up actually leaving work “early” to catch the sunset and the blue moon. There are two definitions of a blue moon, but in this case, the full moon was the third in a season (rather than the second in a month). It’s been a long time since I’ve explicitly gone somewhere to watch the moonrise (the last time was in 2007 on Tolmie Peak — after work on a Monday!), but whether from a mountain or a dock, it’s always impressive how quickly the moon rises over the horizon and shrinks into a tiny dot.