I’ve always been fascinated by the moon. It’s a favorite of poets and lovers, and understandably so.
It is changing yet unchanging. Mysterious and yet constantly reliable.
I imagine how early humans may have been awed by its presence in the night sky, its changes, its brightness at full moon. Then others may have realized that the phases of the moon are related to the tides and the seasons, which led to calendars, agriculture, and the telling of fortunes.
It may have inspired many stories, handed down through generations in traditions right under the same moonlight. I certainly remember telling stories and playing with my friends under the full moon as a kid.
I’ve been taking photos of the moon at various phases, and I would say I am lucky to have been given a fair share of clear skies, even in the city.
The April full moon is also called the Pink Moon, after the herb pink moss, flowers that appear in early spring.
Supermoons look bigger than the usual full moon because they are at perigee, the closest point to Earth in its orbit. The first of two supermoons this year happens in April, hence the Super Pink Moon.