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Night Monkeys: Blood Moon, October 2014, Port Chalmers NZ

9/10/2014

 
Ever seen a total lunar eclipse in the flesh before?  Neither of us had either, so we decided to add that sucker to our list of notable experiences.  

Here in southern New Zealand it was scheduled to begin at 9 something pm. or other hurm hurm errr wasn't paying attention.  Well, that was our understanding; as it turns out, astronomers were talking about that being when the umbra getting sort of near the moon a wee bit, rather than actual celestial conjugation.  Three hours is a long arse time to be standing out in slightly too cold weather waiting for something very gradual to happen.  

The occasional van full of dope smoke weaved past us on the way to the beach to view the thing there.  They probably fell asleep before it happened and all have cricks in their necks this morning, which should be a lesson to them.
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The night was clear, the wind blew gently from the southwest, the moon was obligingly huge and the colour of pear flesh as it slid from behind the hill along the road from our house.  We busted out the tripod and some warm clothing and settled on the verge amongst the freshly-mown hay.  

It's amazing how thoroughly you can convince yourself of a phenomenon that is not happening just yet.  This applies to so many things in general life that waiting for this shit to appear turned into a bit of comprehensive existential revelation.  The more we stared at the moon, the more we were certain it was becoming eclipsed.  It wasn't, but we needed to look at 20 frames of the same darn thing in sequence to chastise our presumption.

So we waited.
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And waited.

- 9.30 pm; The Lovely R walks back to the house for his woolly hat.  

- 9.45: We discuss how ancient people must have viewed lunar aberrations, deciding it was probably different for everyone; some saw Fenrir gobbling the moon, others declared it's a shadow, dipshits, and went back to bed.  I decided that at least some of my neolithic predecessors must have sucked the dry, seedy lemon of skepticism, and that this precious epigenetic legacy was colouring my perception even now.  

I walk home for a bigger shawl and come back with a bean bag.
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- A wee bit later:   Bored, definitively.  I commandeer the camera, turn it toward the northwest and take this pic of Mussel Bay, the railway line and hill below Scott Memorial.
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- Circa 10pm:  The rabbit's arse is looking a tiny bit shady!  Cue Carmina Burana.
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A bit after 10: It's definitely happening.  I knock the top from a bottle of vintage Cristal and lave my naked breasts with its glistening effusion.  The Lovely R is aroused by the wanton nature of my response and we throw off our clothes, those dull emblems of munera and civitas, and revert to the bestial.  
(No we don't) .
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- A bit more after 10:  It's happening, but it's fucking slow and there's no hint of the promised redness.  We exchange significant glances and wander back to the house.  We were as disappointed in ourselves as you are.
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- Some time after that:  We come back out again.  Exposure troubles strike.  We bitch at one another in our dressing gowns under a streetlight.

- More time after that:  The moon goes a bit orange, in exactly the same as it does at any other time when you screw up your eyes and look at it through your lashes.  Exposure challenges are somewhat resolved, but then the wind comes up and starts juddering the tripod.

- And a bit later still:  Behold, mud, sorry- blood moon.  Alright, so it's about quarter of an hour off a full, technical blood moon but you get the idea.  It was cold, we were sleepy and grumpy and our gear limitations made further observation a little bit moot.
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Possibly the eeriest part of this entire galactic procedure was the slow dimming of the night around us, which began with a typical bright blue-silvered glow, full of day-style shadows, in which you can virtually read a book without assistance, to the kind of inarticulate murk that occurs at the bum-end of the lunar cycle.  The seabirds, including the roosting herons garking in the pines behind us went quiet and the ocean itself fell into sunken, sheenless blackness.

It was that greatest of mysteries- the beauty of silence and reduction.  Of absence.

No one can fast-forward a lunar eclipse and I am glad that the moon made us wait.  
We needed reminding.

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