Optic Nerve

By BillFroog

Warming sun, Bitter wind, Glorious Moon.

Afternoon tea break. Beautiful blue sky. Bright - and when the low sun caught you it was lovely - until a whisp of frosted breeze brusquely breaks the spell (or an articulated, rumbles around the estate, eclipsing the distant heat source in staccato icy shadows.)
Clear and blue - and high above, the moon already transiting, blending into the crystal splendour of the denim sky. Only had a few lenses with me - so no craters today!

Snow forecast - that should be all white.


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