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Saturday, January 3, 2015
The moon-rise is caught in the clutch of trees before it floats free, clears the roof tops and sails into the darkening sky. I have trouble photographing the moon with my camera. It's likely operator error and not the instrument, but I keep trying.
There's something fascinating about seeing the first bit of moon appear behind the neighbour's roof and watching it hang in the branches, the tree tops. A fascination as old as time...