Sometimes mysterious wild & crazy things just happen.
Like, let’s say, you’re visiting the bathroom early in the evening when–yes! outside the window!–a delicious almost-full moon arises. It settles between the branches of the poplar trees and winks boldly in the bathroom window singing its song of autumn harvests as it scales the past the colorful leaves, which, of course, one can’t see in the dark.
You search for your camera to try to capture the awesome beauty. Even though you fully know there’s only six chances in 100 that the camera will capture the Amore of the rising moon without a tripod.
Snap, snap, snap!
You return to bed with a yawn but now dream of love shining through a bathroom window, unexpected delight, Dean Martin crooning “When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie..”
The next morning you upload the photos onto the computer. Yawn, yawn, one shouldn’t let that wily old moon keep you awake.
When–ohmygoodness!–holy moly!–what IS that appearing on the computer screen amidst the rather ordinary photos of a staid respectable moon?
It’s AMORE! Look, dear reader, the moon shineth forth like a heart from between the branches. The entire picture peers forth like modern art, doesn’t it? Like you can’t quite figure out if it’s real or not.
I swear it’s real, dear reader.
It’s may not be what you SAW when you peered out the bathroom window–but it’s what you FELT, wasn’t it? Can you deny what you felt?
And the camera, in such a mysterious twilight world, captured your feelings.
You know you’re not dreaming, signore…
Altogether now, let’s sing:
P.S. The photo was not Photoshopped. The tree branches were slightly lightened in Picasa. That’s all. I promise.