Super Blood Moon
I caught the briefest shot at the “super moon” eclipse from midtown Manhattan (the worst place on earth for astrophotography) when the clouds parted for a few minutes and I looked up from my dinner. It occurred to me that it’s easy to see why ancient people reacted with superstition and terror to these events. And perhaps dating myself, I remembered seeing Haley’s Comet as a very little kid, at a time when I had no expectations for what I was seeing and no way of recording what I saw. I’m not sure what I would have thought if my father had not explained what we were looking at and why, and there’s no way of knowing.