Leaning On A Lamppost Watching The Moon

Another wee trek through the suburban woods, with a tripod this time; also Lola on a lead which a a bit awkward. I was wearing gloves (retractable mittens) but leaving my fingers exposed wasn't a good idea. Very chilly evening. Walked between the trees, trying to get as good an angle as yesterday evening, but I couldn't quite find the exact place, and dusk was falling rapidly. So I settled for this night shot instead, a man (his name is Niall) watching the large, sour-milk moon lodged in the high branches.