On the way home from an entire evening of ‘midnight flea market’ shopping (I think we managed to visit about thirty of them in seven hours, but there were over sixty in the neighbourhood!), we came upon this glorious sight: the full moon, reflected in a lake.
Cradled by the reeds…
And to the northwest, some residual pink from the sunset.
Back at the cabin, my beloved misty creek was watched over by the moon, too.