The last one, a few days ago, was aglow, whereas this morning the light was brilliant, the eastern side of the tree sharply defined, the sky a clear and vivid blue. I tried to catch last night's full moon, but it defeated my camera. It was reminding me of the Alfred Noyes poem, The Highwayman, learned many years and moons ago at school
The wind was a torrent of darkness upon the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight looping the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding--
Riding--riding--
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn door.
There's a new Flickr group, A Year Of Color, that's a simple, engaging premise: one crayon colour a week, photos posted to be featuring that colour - and it's a different colour each week for the year, so it's a BIG box of crayons they're coming from.
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