The pink moon has became a night to remember for me and my son

 

The Pink Moon? I saw some instagram post about the appearance of her this spring at April 13, I set out with my camera and the long lense to capture one of the most beautiful full moons of the year.

Contrary to its name, the Pink Moon isn't literally pink! NASA said "In the 1930s the Maine Farmer's Almanac began publishing American Indian Moon names for the months of the year. According to this almanac, as the full Moon in April, this is the Pink Moon, named after the herb moss pink, also known as creeping phlox, moss phlox, or mountain phlox. The plant is native to the eastern United States and is one of the earliest widespread flowers of spring." And yeah, I even thought that Pink Moon is called the way it is because it appears in Spring.

Location is Everything! I scouted for a place with a clear view, no trees to find a high spot with interesting foreground. I ended up on a top of small hill nearby our housing.

I brought my old mirrorless camera. Long exposure is key when shooting in low light. I used a 230mm lens to zoom in close on the moon’s textures. I set ISO: 100–400, aperture: f/8 to f/11, shutter speed: 1/125 to 1/250 (adjust depending on the brightness and phase). 

Oh snap! I forgot my tripod! how am I supposed to get a good shot? I guess I’ll just have to rely on my steady hand. It’s strange how some views look breathtaking to our own eyes, but no camera can ever fully capture them. The lens God crafted for our eyes is truly perfect. Here is the view I took with my phone.

We went out at night, it was pitch black, and a little chilly. At some point, I realized I wasn’t just chasing a picture anymore. I was standing still, with my son beside me, quietly watching the moon shining. I brought him here to be part of the world I cherish, because no one else has ever truly been able to.  Our conversations drift from simple curiosities like ‘Who lives on the moon?’ to bold dreams like ‘If I could fly, could I reach it?’  A night where imagination knows no gravity. 

The Pink Moon is more than a photo opportunity, it’s a reminder of why we look up in the first place.

To wonder. To connect. To feel small, yet completely present.

That night wasn’t just about getting the perfect shot.
It was about sharing stillness, sparking curiosity, and making a memory that felt as luminous as the moon itself.

Because sometimes, the most beautiful moments are the ones where we pause , camera in hand, child by our side, and simply let the sky tell its story.

Here are the best shot with slight adjustments.