I don't get it. I try to keep up on the ol' vocab, like any respectable lexophile. But I knew nothing about the Strawberry Moon. And apparently there is one every year. EVERY YEAR folks. I am gobsmacked.
Apparently the Native American Algonquian tribes gave June's full moon the pretty name of Strawberry Moon because it coincides with when strawberries are ripe for the picking.
Clearly the Algonquian didn't live in Newfoundland and Labrador. I believe we may have three strawberry blossoms in bloom so far...on the entire Island! No sign of strawberries for awhile yet. It was a whopping 4 degrees Celsius for the better part of last week, with rain, drizzle and fog on the menu. Strawberry blossoms were in hiding as best they could. But I digress.
Since there was going to be a Strawberry Moon last night, and it wasn't cloudy, or rainy, or snowy, or foggy, I went out on the prowl for an interesting photo op. Conditions are rarely perfect, and unfortunately it turned out to be pretty windy at 4 am when I found myself up on Signal Hill. But I managed to get a few nice snaps out of it.
I had to use 'poetic license' to get a decent photo in the end. This involved two different exposures that I put together in photoshop; one that exposed best for the moon and another that exposed better for the harbour. That is the way it goes with photography- sometimes you have to help the camera reveal what the eye sees.
It was magical being out on such a lovely evening. There were a few icebergs working their way towards Cape Spear. The songbirds were singing their lungs out trying to impress each other. The harbour was chock-a-block full of boats, I suspect seeking shelter from the windy weather. But I feel the need to point out that, in the entirety of all my travels, from Paradise to Cape Spear to Signal Hill...I did not see one strawberry!