Last night, I piled my parents into my Crosstrek and drove to the end of the road in the Tortolitas Mountains. This was one of the first times they'd accompanied me on a photography adventure. Dad in the front seat and mom sorting through the pile of mail I'd accumulated in back. Planning moonrise takes careful consideration, as many of you know. And not that I didn't want to sit in a dark car with my parents for an solid hour- that's what our future held. Before the glow of the moon filled the sky, we cracked the roof open and watched stars and planes go by. Dad talked about seeing the Aurora Borealis when he was a teenager and we tried explaining to mom how the ocean stays on earth. (Gravitational pull is a topic that can make or break a family). I explained how I've had this constant goal of shooting a silhouette of a saguaro in the moon. I'd been trying to achieve this shot for the past year and a half.
We drove to a ridge (dodging a hog-nosed skunk along the way....cute) when the elements spontaneously aligned. The moon finally crept over the mountains and saguaros appeared as if out of thin air. I threw the E-break on and jumped out of the car. I hear my passenger door open and see my dad get out. He starts shooting with his camera alongside me.
So there we are: father and daughter in the middle of road under this ethereal glow, shooting the moon. I've never felt so close to him, honestly. Words were not exchanged, just the sound of our shutters. The passion seemed to have transferred. There was an energy of excitement between us (and maybe a bit of competition).
I will cherish this night forever & am blessed to have shot this tangible memory. It's nights like those that get me spun up. Those nights that fuel the fire that burns inside. That fire that you can't ignore.
June 11, 2017