I never had a full appreciation of winter light until I started photographing the full moon. The sky is so beautiful, maybe because all the rain has washed away the gunk, often leaving wispy clouds to reflect the colors of the setting sun. 
Fortunately, the February full moon fell between storms. Twenty-four hours earlier, on the night I usually scout for a location, rain poured down and the moon was nowhere to be found. I went back to a spot I had used before and it didn't matter. Conditions are different every month. Each full moon is unique.
Fortunately, the February full moon fell between storms. Twenty-four hours earlier, on the night I usually scout for a location, rain poured down and the moon was nowhere to be found. I went back to a spot I had used before and it didn't matter. Conditions are different every month. Each full moon is unique.
As the moon moves higher and the sky darkens, I usually pack up and go home. The full moon is very bright and it's difficult to get the right exposure for both it and the sky. Then I noticed this tree. It had, of course, been there all along, but my attention was on the moon. I moved back across the road so I could use it to frame the moon.
It was so dark by the time I took this one,that I had to overexpose the moon to see the tree branches at all.
I like the way these photos turned out, but I don't yet have that quintessential full moon photo; the one that will cause a gasped, "Wow" by all who view it. Fortunately, I have an opportunity to try again every month of the year.
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