Blue Moon

There are two sides to every story.  Before Wild Movements was born, Holly was handstanding on anything and everything and Leah was taking epic wild photos.  Both moms were adventuring.  The only difference is now we do it together.

 

Holly's Story:  I remember this particular Blue Moon so well. The kids were nestled all snug in their beds, in a cabin on Lake Wenatchee.  I snuck outside and down to the dock.  A blue spot light made shadows in the night.  I grabbed my stand up paddle board and cruised onto the silver lake. It twinkled from the moonlight like the stars in the sky.  Taking this notion of inversion onto my board, I played upside down, feet dancing towards the moon.  It was spontaneous. I was lured by the beauty of the Blue Moon. One of those moments where you choose to fly instead of sit.  And a memory is born: an unforgettable moment of your life.

Leah's Story:  Blue moons only come around...once in a blue moon and it was on one of those rare, warm summer nights that everything came together.  Our little baby girl was a terrible sleeper from day one.  After a while we took to late night car rides when desperation took hold and the conditions were clear enough for a good shot.

With Charlie asleep in her carseat we buzzed around our mountain town looking for the best vantage point to see the blue moon creep above the horizon.  Shooting night photography is a combination of having the right equipment,  patience, time, and a little magic.  On this night, it all came together and the moon rising above the Ponderosa pines became our Blue Moon leggings-filled with love and a little bit of that starry skied magic.

 

 

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