Sometimes you see something so perfect that the day has served its purpose.
Such was the case with this early morning moon a few days ago. It hung impossibly huge and golden. And was sinking fast over the horizon (this I learned while fumbling with lenses and nearly missing it entirely). A lesson to pause and observe and not be fanatical about recording everything you see.
I learned today of the death of Bill Yardley, the marvelous wildlife printmaker I wrote about a few weeks ago. Thank you, Gill Bolton, for telling me. Through writing about Bill I learned how many people loved his work and had also discovered him through the same article in the UK version of Country Living.
The grace and beauty of this morning moon is for you, Bill.