I didn't realize until after I saw the photo that I had four different trees (three and a vine) in it.
Earlier in the evening I didn't have a camera and I saw the moon in an absolutely clear blue sky, with a plane passing. The pink of sunset was lighting up the plane and the contrail, even though it wasn't sunset on the ground yet. The angle was interesting.
This morning Holly and I were out in the yard and the sky was bright, plain, boring blue without a cloud. I said I should take a photo of the mountains on one of these days, so people would better understand why I get excited about clouds.
So when I saw that plane, I wondered whether there are people who live places where you can't see a plane at 30,000 feet, with the light of sunset on it. I figure there are. We see those dinky little miniature jets all the time. When I was growing up 90 miles from the airport, *all* jets looked like that. In Albuquerque, there are a variety of sizes of machines in the sky. Also, because of the air base, sometimes fighter jets and big helicopters. And because of the police and news programs, little helicopters.
But tonight it was still and clear and quiet and I brought you the moon.