We have had a series of hazy nights. While everyone else was getting glorious sharp pictures of the super moon, I got an enchanted, hazy moon that peeked at me from between the branches of an oak tree.

It was bright, but it was not clear. And yet I rather liked it. It was peaceful, a deeply sensual moon in a soft, dark sky.

Categories: Art and special effects, moon, night, Photography, Poetry

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