Somewhere in this tree is a very vocal mockingbird. I'm wondering if it's the same one that used to sit and sing on top of this utility pole. I heard him when I went out to the mailbox, but noticed that the pole was bare of birds. I couldn't see him, but he was belting out a song.
Yesterday I saw Mark's pictures of the moon. When I took the garbage out early this morning, I noticed how big and bright the setting moon looked. It's odd how something that so dominates the sky to the human eye is just a bright spot in a photograph.