Caption: I missed it. I waited. I returned. Over time, I collected the moon in pieces. Then I layered the pieces into one imperfect whole.
If you’ve read my photography blogs, you already know this about me: I don’t photograph the moon casually.
I study it.
You know, the way a photographer studies a subject is quiet, repetitive, almost animal.
More like stalking than shooting.
You watch the sky night after night.
You learn where the moon should be, and where it surprises you.
You anticipate, you miss it, you arrive too early or too late.
Sometimes the clouds win.
Sometimes life does. Sigh
And sometimes you just stand there, camera in hand, knowing tonight is not the night.
These images were not captured in one sitting.
They came over time.
Same sky.
Same view.
Different nights.
Different phases.
I kept returning to the frame because that’s how the image existed in my mind.
Not as a single photograph, but as a sequence.
A slow reveal.
Some frames are sharp.
Some are soft.
Some are technically imperfect.
Some are emotionally right.
In post, I layered them together the way memory does.
Not to recreate reality, but to honour perception.
This is how I experienced the moon - waxing, waning, slipping in and out of reach.
Photography isn’t always about freezing a moment.
Sometimes it’s about admitting you can’t hold it all at once.
So you collect it in pieces.
Phased is the result of that collecting.
Of watching.
Of missing.
Of returning anyway.
An imperfect sky built from patience.
Exactly how it lived in my mind…
What’s your healthy obsession behind the lens?
