Last Monday evening I was at the dress rehearsal for my recent orchestra concert. During rehearsal, the sun went down, the moon came out. It was just starting to grow, curve bulging toward the right, in the shape of a “D,” a waxing crescent. My phone camera freaked out, trying to capture this distant shape, the little center square moving in and out of focus.
When the rehearsal was over I still needed to find a geocache for the day to keep my streak alive (I am now up to 138 consecutive days). There is one in a park near the church where we play. By day, the park is a cheerful place where kids play soccer and adults play tennis. By night, with the strains of the “Phantom of the Opera” still ringing in your ears, it looks a little different.
The dim light, activating only the rod cells in your dark-adapted eyes, bleaches the color away. The geocache hiding place, under a cement block under a tree, looked a little like a gravestone. I found the cache, signed the log, and went home as quickly as I could.
I am submitting these photos to the Mundane Monday challenge for their eerie beauty.
The concert itself took place, appropriately, on Friday the 13th. Some of the music was eerie . . .
. . .some less so.