It’s that time of year again. Cool evenings, clear skies, a full moon, cozy fires in the wood stove,…

….and old socks pressed into service as kindling. It’s not that we need the kindling. It’s more about holding up ancient traditions, celebrating, stuff like that. So last night we watched the moon rise and had our festive hosiery burning before sitting down to a tasty dinner and a glass of wine. And all was well with the world…

Moonrise (hand-held, so blurry)