is the moon tired? she looks so pale

I have completely overindulged in all things moon this past week.  July 20, 1969. The Greatest Achievement in Human History. Or something like that. I find myself extremely carried away when thinking about this moon landing and the supposed greatness of it all. The whole symbolic significance of a human being on the moon in a metaphysical perspective (the we-are-but-a-peck-of–dust-in-a-hoover-bag kind of thing) really moves me. It feels like a unique moment in time when nationality, race or sex belonging became irrelevant and everyone was just proud to be a part of the human race and to live on this little blue planet called earth no matter how insignificant it might look when seen on a black infinite canvas. Or is all that world unity thing just space programme propaganda?

Well anyway, thank God it is over now. One more documentary about Armstrong’s reclusiveness or Apollo Wives and I’m more than willing to join in the choir singing c o n s p i r a c y, if only to make it stop. I mean, please save something for the 50^th anniversary.

I haven’t watched Le Voyage dans la Luna in a very long time. What I can remember I quite liked both the adventure and the aesthetics but now, looking at the picture of Méliès’ Moon, it looks absolutely awful, so crude and evil, no wonder it scared the shit out of people when it was screened in 1902.

perspective is the photographer’s art

Funny that there is such a thing as ‘earthrise’ if you are on the moon.

Picture from NASA taken by Apollo 16 in 1972 with a handheld Hasselblad.