The lure of the non-darkness

I can’t help it. When the moon comes outso 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.


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