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It was a quiet day,
but the night was wild -
with a fire blazing,
a chorus of cicadas singing,
and a giant blue moon
rising in the black sky.
The wild night is calling. - Van Morrison
Who has smelled the woodsmoke at twilight, who has seen the campfire burning, who is quick to read the noises of the night?
Rudyard Kipling
Moon Rising through the Trees
I wanted to share the moon photo while the moon is still nearly full, just in case you haven’t seen it. Maybe it will inspire you to go outside tonight. The first and last photos were taken with a new telephoto lens. After a big learning curve, I think I finally got the settings right. Anyway, I was up pretty late figuring it out (and waiting for the moon to clear the trees), so I’ll keep this one short.
Thank you so much for being here! I will see you next week!