It seems like, every time I go running, I see something beautiful in the sky. Last night, it was the rising Full Buck Moon, sitting right smack in the middle of the Earth’s shadow — or as I like to (inaccurately) call it, the “anti-horizon” — low in the eastern sky.
The view in the western sky wasn’t bad, either.
(Photos taken with my iPhone. Blog post cross-posted at Sullivan’s Travellers. Title references an Irish rebel song that was a childhood favorite of mine.)
Running? Trying to work off that pooch you built up over the law school marriage years? Who are you and what have you done with Brendan?!?
I think there is something in the Rocky Mountain water — you can’t live there and not become an outdoorsman, it seems.