Even though it’s past the Solstice, it’s not really getting that much lighter out in the morning. In fact, it’s still darker than the inside of a…well…uh…I need a metaphor. I’ll come up with one later. But it’s dark.
But it’s beautiful, especially when the sky is clear, the temperature is low, and the moon is a sliver of a crescent. I took this rather pathetic picture with a point and shoot camera, leaning against the car on my elbows and holding my breath. I was too lazy to get a tripod, so this is what I get. But you get the feeling, which is the important part.
The crescent moon is so lovely…no wonder Muslims like it.
Respectfully submitted,
Canoelover
P.S. I got a metaphor! “Darker than Pat Robertson’s soul rotting in hell, chained to a statue of Baby Doc Duvalier.
Nice photo. Nice metaphor. Nice blog.