Ahh, this Moon stays very much with us.

Riding the clouds before midnight,


and still lingering in the western sky at six a.m., when Caspar and I go walking with an eye out for wild critters who might be browsing by the moon's bright light.









At the same time, the rising sun illuminates the eastern clouds with Monet shades, sweet roses, tender blues and for emphasis the lovely slatey colours.