Some nights I must try to get the bet iPhone photo of the full moon I possibly can.
Like when my dear wife Karen comes back into the house and tells me how beautiful it is outside our house.
What side, I ask.
Backyard, she answers.
Spectacular to the eye. Not bad to the phone camera.
And, so, being the way I am, I must march out to the front to see if I can find something different.
I do like the way the front door, kitchen window and side alcove lights set off the moon rising above the tree line above.
Thank you for the alert, my dear wife.