A close moon

An impossibly huge full moon hanging just above the Manhattan skyline at dusk, filling half the sky, its craters sharply visible, the Empire State Building silhouetted against it, the river reflecting it, a single continuous photograph, one scene only, no people, no panels, no split screen. The camera rushes in from across the river and climbs fast up the side of the Empire State Building to the spire as the giant moon rolls slowly past behind it, clouds streaking across its face.