Full Moon Pie

Full Moon. 
Just crazy enough. 

Just crazy enough to throw on a down jacket over my pyjamas after an urgent call from Hubby telling me the Moon was rising... NOW. Crazy like a fox with a camera bounding through the snow in Hubby's boots & no socks. Crazy enough to prop myself against any remotely stable, snow-covered object that isn't shivering & panting like me. Anything to get a steady shot of that Moonrise. Me -- muttering to the Moon while neighbors & motorists glance at me askance -- wading through backyards, tripping over snowbanks, clinging to the overpass to capture Her arrival. 

Seventy one photographs later, I returned home from the frigid darkness to find most of them compromised by all that shaking & breathing. Oh, well. I am not convinced that brand of euphoria can be captured through the lens anyway.

For afters, we baked a grounding, belly-warming,  Full Moon Pie.