Tonight I witnessed the blood moon over Amsterdam. The moon is not as bright as usual as the earth is casting its shadow over the moon located right between the sun and the moon. The only light reflected by the moon is the indirect light bouncing of the atmosphere of earth, hence the soft reddish – not blood red – tone. The little pink dot in the distance is Mars.
The sky seems Disney-like, but then the skyline is very… different.
A once in a lifetime moment.
I took a photo on the roof.
In the distance someone detonated some fireworks.
While downloading the images onto my computer I looked up Twitter to see what other images were taken.
I saw some were worse,
NASA-style-better than mine,
and there was also this:
Funny I thought. Tweet says: ” I dare say I have the best picture of the #bloodmoon “. I hearted it.
A few seconds later, scrolling down I came across this one.
Also from a Dutch account, sent in at the same time.
Hmm, same joke same time? Made me wonder, writing came to be at different places around the world at the same time, so yes, could be, same inspiration at the same time.
But then I Googled the image
and soon found out, that the origins of this joke lies in Spain. Naturally.
10 hours ago the first chorizo moon was sent out.
Why not RETWEET? I feel somehow betrayed.
I should unheart his tweet.