I will confess that the moon you see is superimposed. The moon in this shot was way over exposed, so I borrowed one from another shot of mine.
Still, the juxtaposing, you have to admit, brings up lots of antithesis -- the whisperless quiet of the moon; the fireworks booming through the smoking, sulphur-smelling sky. The moon, peaceful, tranquil. The firework, exploding, like the fireball of a supernova. The steady, steely brightness of the moon. The short-lived, damn-the-torpedoes life of the firework.
The firmament tolerates a variety of behaviors.
--steve buser
Still, the juxtaposing, you have to admit, brings up lots of antithesis -- the whisperless quiet of the moon; the fireworks booming through the smoking, sulphur-smelling sky. The moon, peaceful, tranquil. The firework, exploding, like the fireball of a supernova. The steady, steely brightness of the moon. The short-lived, damn-the-torpedoes life of the firework.
The firmament tolerates a variety of behaviors.
--steve buser
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