By G. E. Shuman
Our daughter, Emily, is studying
photography at a very prestigious (another word for expensive) art
school in Georgia. She is doing wonderfully well there, and, a few
nights ago, sent me a few samples of her recent work. One of those
samples is a really gorgeous photo of the moon, as seen from her
location in Savannah.
One reason Em emailed that picture up
to me is because she knows how much I love the moon. Yes, I love the
moon. I can't fully explain why, I just do. One reason is,
undoubtedly, because of my ongoing fascination with our country's
seemingly-ancient human exploration of that place. I remember the
Apollo program very well, and often wonder at the present condition
of those artifacts of mankind, those remnants of what seems to have
been a bolder time for our country, as they still sit on that silent
landscape. With that, I have also always been intrigued with that
orb's “stark beauty,” as Neil Armstrong described it, even as he
stood there, forming footprints that are still there, perfectly
preserved, in that powder-gray dust. (Those astronauts were, and are,
the definition of the word brave.) That place, that world which
orbits ours, is nearly black and white; at least it is, as seen from
earth. Emily's picture of it was not taken in black and white, but
that is what it is, beautifully displaying those vivid but mottled
grays on a truly endless sea of black.
The moon, today, and for all of the
past ages of mankind, has been an object of wonder, and of romance.
It has been pondered and written about by modern man, and by the
ancients. The eyes of Moses undoubtedly gazed upon it as he led the
Israelites in the wilderness, as did those of the constructors of the
pyramids of Giza, and those of the earliest cave-dwellers. Just the
sight of that beautiful place, shining its soft light down on the
people of our world, has convinced countless love-struck couples to
share their lives together, and poets, play writes, and composers to
new heights, in their respective crafts.
The very phases of the moon arouse our
oceans to produce their tides, and, some feel, to influence moods,
medical conditions and even the rhythms of life. The old idea of the
full moon affecting attitudes has recently been proven. And now,
consider these fascinating facts. Fact number 1: A lunar month, the
time it takes the moon to circle the earth once, is exactly 27 days,
seven hours and 43 minutes. Fact number 2: The average human
menstrual cycle is 28 days. The difference between those two cycles,
at most, is only 16 hours and 17 minutes... per month, if I did the
math right. To me, it seems that that old, romantic moon may have had
some part in deciding who we are, and now, even which ones of us
'are'. Another fact, perhaps unrelated, but still interesting, is
this. Ocean waves, caused by winds, which are caused by the lunar
tides, arrive on shore exactly 26 times per minute, no matter which
ocean it is, and regardless of the weather. The number is 26, not 28,
but it's still pretty cool.
Finally, if you haven't had enough of
my lunar love story already, I think that the moon is a wonderful
companion of the earth, and a uniting force for her people. It is
something that, regardless of who or where we are, has the power to
bring us all together. The moon that Emily photographed from Savannah
earlier in the week is the same one I will see if I look to the
Vermont heavens, tonight. She and I can even view it together,
whenever the weather permits. And we can see it, seemingly, side by
side, as the relative distance which separates us is slight, being
only about one half of one percent of the distance the moonlight
traveled from Mr. Armstrong's famous footprints, to the lens of
Emily's camera.
Autumn, and even winter, with their
cool, clear night skies and haunting landscapes, are wonderful
seasons to gaze at, ponder, appreciate, and fall in love by the sight
and light of our nearest neighbor, the moon. (I know that last
sentence was a very full one, but one inspired by an image of a very
full Savannah moon.) Still, I highly recommend that the people of the
earth give all of those things a try. Thanks for the photo Em.
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