These long nights mean extra moon-gazing time.
The last two evenings, Alex, Rob and I have been watching the moonrise from our front window as an after dinner treat. By 6 a.m. the moon has travelled to my backyard, casting enough light that I don't need to flip the switch on to feed our cat.
Here is a different perspective of January's full old moon nestled in the winter plumes of zebra grass in my front garden. Finally getting around to posting them now, on the eve of the next full moon.