28. PHOTOGRAPHY OF MOON - Morning Moon from Canon R5. Use shutterspeed 2.5 sec

Photography of the morning moon with a 24-105 mm lens. In this case, the moon appeared very large and closer to earth than normally.

A tripod or support camera on the ledge is necessary. 300-mm lens is advised.

My lens is 24 - 105 mm, so it cannot capture the shadows in the moon as a 300-mm lens. 

Canon R5, focal length 74 mm, AV, f/9, ISO 400, 2.5 sec. Use tripod or support on ledge.

5 Jun 2023, 6.36 am. Full moon was on 2 Jun (Vesak Day).  Focus on roof/moon area.

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