It’s full moon tonight.
Makes me want to howl like a wolf. For stereotypical reasons you understand.
Of course the problem with trying to photograph a full moon through the trees is that it’s just too bloomin bright, thus negating it of all its moon-ness.
Well, I suppose I can still howl, and dream of days gone by when it was a proper moon made of cheese. Or a button, visited by a bunch of kitchen utensils on pieces of string.