I can’t help it. When the moon comes out… so do I. I’m not mad. I want to see where it goes.
(The Moth, Catherine Cookson)
Lord, I was tired last night after a whole day of working in the basement, but when hubby said that there was mist gathering down by the lake, I couldn’t stay inside. I had to document my first bright night of the season.
It was half past midnight when I left the house, and these images are taken at around 1 am.
To really capture the drifting tendrils of mist and the bird song, I made a video.
Deserted midnight road to nowhere – or to untold adventures? Maybe they’re the same thing.