He had been a few days reading everywhere that the full moon this month would be bigger because it was very close to the ground. So I went armed to the teeth with all the photo array and stood in the middle of Paseo de la Playa with the blunderbuss mounted on the camera and the tripod. And waited. Suddenly a pink speck on the horizon stood more or less where Selene was scheduled to come out and started to adjust the tripod prisoner of excitation (photo, of course). When I look up, nothing. Nothing at all, was not there. I turned to see if anyone had seen what had passed and only saw a man watching me from afar with a radio glued to his ear while the rest of the people passing me and the moon. But stubborn my menda, was not there to showcase the team and decided to persevere. I pointed the optical barrel (so to speak) towards the intended position of my friend and within minutes came in the mist as a gift sky, never better. I almost start to jump for joy, but there was no time to lose and I set to work: manual mode, iso low, F: 22 (which stress!), Photo, photo, arf, arf, change to F: 8 (porfa, do not go again), photo, photo, arf, arf, I focus on the moon, I approach the boat, photo, photo, arf, arf (sweat bites me in the eyes) under the tripod because the moon is rising, low speed because it obscures more and more, picture, photo, arf, arf, (a slight hand tremor strikes me) and finally decided to finish because the brightness of the satellite and is strong. Deep breath and lean on the tripod, panting like a mutt. Since the downturn, I start to mentally review the session and decide lunatic out tripod camera to review pictures frantically. Suddenly, a terrifying idea comes to mind: if I turn around, certain that a huge crowd will be following closely the Photographer's show epileptic. So slowly I turn around in fear and with relief I see no one there, I do not see anyone. Only the owner of the radio is entranced while watching the white disc is removed mucus sparingly. Phew, thank goodness, I remain calm and slowly I begin to pick up the stuff thinking that the world is full of madmen .
And I'm glad I found a therapy.
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