Fireworks?
No, just a shiverish photographer and a sparkley moon
In bird.2. Less than a week ago there was nothing going on around here in the bird department. Now there is an actual dawn chorus, even if it is only the penny whistle of the titmice and the woodwind robins, with a few raucous jay squawks tossed in. The robins actually wake me up.
You won't hear a single complaint about that though. What a way to start the day.
I know everybody got out to see and photograph that incredible moon Saturday night. However, it rose so late here and it was so darned cold out, with a lazy wind (the kind that goes through you rather than around), that I didn't get much.
I sure saw some though. I got up around two AM to have a look around and you could read by the moonlight.
Indoors.
I checked.
Outdoors, tangled in the stark darkness of the honey locust branches, it looked as hard and round as a polished diamond.
Blinding
Bright.
Kind of crystalish. Not like any moon I knew before. Cold too. It got down to ten, which is pretty chilly for March around here. Perfect sugar weather though.