When I turned onto Route 23 tonight, the full Cold Moon smacked me in the face. Oh my! I stole a look when I drove over the river - the moon was positively glowing, sending a silver streak down the water.
I tried to get a picture when I got home. I stumbled down a wee path to the edge of the river and leaned out over the water, but the angle was all wrong and the trees were in the way. It was clear that I would have had to stand in the middle of the river to get the shot I wanted.
Alas, I am not that holy.
I did get this one, though.
While I was teetering on the edge of the river, I happened to look in the opposite direction from the moon, and boom.