The moon has a familiar face. One is used to seeing it in high-resolution, in colour, in black and white, with the same details. Over and over again.

Filmed through a selfmade telescope the moon whirls back and forth surrounded by blue or black night. She becomes a hazy glowing; barely focused for more than some instants, covered by the hydrogenfilled atmosphere and the trembling of the filming hands and the vibration of the ground.