This is a photo of the moon (there at the top) but it didn't really look like this. My camera phone captures things really well (sometimes too well, enhancing the sky in a way that makes it look more spectacular than it was), but it struggles with the moon. My camera just sees a ball of light indistinguishable from a glowing star or even a street lamp. Which is as it should be. Reality has its own special charm and no matter how high-def the cameras get, there's a line it thankfully won't cross. The photos we take and post have the same relationship to reality that writing has to the truth. Even the non-fiction kind. We put a frame around an event or thought or feeling and it represents a whole according to what we want others to see. The tree and moon and star looked a lot like that, but not quite. If you can get how it felt then the photo has done its job. Just as writing about an event in one's life works if it gets to an emotional truth, whether you describe something literally or through metaphor. Maybe especially if it's through metaphor since the literal description will always be an echo. After getting home after a day spent staring at screens and through framed windows I looked up and the world suddenly looked wide open again. The Spring sky was that indescribable azure blue it becomes as the day disappears and the moon hung  over the silhouetted tree as if  it was tethered there like a kite attached with invisible string.  If you had been there you would know what I mean.