The Silvery Full Moon

We got home tonight, and it was time for Ryan, my 6-year-old boy, to go to bed. We were sitting in my office and we both noticed the beautiful, full moon. I had my camera and tripod next to me so we both decided to set up--I told Ryan he could take the pictures, then I grabbed my wife's little digital snapshot camera to document that Ryan was actually doing the shooting.

I think we may enter his beautiful shot in his school's art contest--we'll have to see how it turns out when we blow it up...

It's almost not fair, I think because I work (kind of) with photography every day, so I really want the project to be his. The thing that I think is cool is that he really has a good eye and frames things well, and isn't intimidated by the equipment.

The beautiful full moon made everything silver around us--it reminded me of a poem which I will try to find...

Silver

Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
One by one the casements catch
Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;
Couched in his kennel, like a log,
With paws of silver sleeps the dog;
From their shadowy cote the white breast peep
Of doves in silver-feathered sleep;
A harvest mouse goes scampering by,
With silver claws and a silver eye;
And moveless fish in the water gleam,
By silver reeds in a silver stream.

-- Walter de la Mare