Early this morning, I wandered through the dark house, entranced by the full moon shining in the windows. Bright enough to delay turning on the lights for a few minutes to enjoy the shadows cast on the snow.
Not quite ‘the luster of mid-day’ as Clement Moore described it, but none the less a lovely sight.
Hubby rose a bit later and mentioned that with the clear sky, I should be able to get some good snow pictures after the sun rises. He is probably right, but in a fit of insanity, fueled by lack of caffeine, no doubt, I got the tripod, camera and dressed for the 18 degrees we have this morning.
Out the door, to the snowy yard and setting the camera up I managed to get a couple of reasonable pictures of a still and silent night.