Super

It was blowy with low cloud. I'd stayed up late finishing a spy thriller, Kolymsky Heights by Lionel Davidson. A gripping tale of infiltration and ice road trucking in the far north east of Siberia. When I looked out the window, slightly shell-shocked after the bloody denouement across the Bering Strait, the moon was flitting between the racing clouds high up in the sky.

I've noticed on other photos that the segment of the super-moon between 12.00 and 3.00 is indented. I wonder why.