Much like making gravy, photographing the moon has become somewhat of a nemesis for me. No matter how many times I attempt it, or how many articles I read on it, I just cannot seem to capture what so many seem to be able to. I find it particularly annoying because I have a certain adoration for the moon that goes back to my childhood. When people I loved were not near, I always found a certain amount of comfort in the thought that we could see the same moon no matter how far apart we were. I had hoped today’s “Super moon” might be my break though but, sadly, it was not. It did, however, get me out of bed early to spend a few minutes indulging the child I use to be.