Last Saturday night I walked over to the bluffs that overlook Lake Natoma and the city of Folsom, and I waited for the full moon to rise. I knew with my small hand-held camera I’d have trouble getting clear images. I didn’t care — I had to at least try.
It was chilly, but I was alone in the dark and below me, the lights of the town and the Lake Natoma Crossing glowed with warmth. I had arrived about 6:40 p.m. and tried to be patient. But I had almost convinced myself I was waiting in the wrong spot when I happened to glance up — and there it was, hanging like a big, fat pumpkin just above the foothills.
And then my camera batteries died, and all I had was my smart phone — so I used that.
No, they’re not the greatest pictures, but I’m glad I had dropped everything to venture out and was standing there, watching. The full moon on the water was magnificent.