From the highest vantage point in Hampshire (a hill of dirt piled under the eastern-most water tower), the sun sets over the village, courted by clouds. Because we live within forty miles of the world’s fourth busiest airport at O’Hare, one often sees jet contrails crisscrossing the sky.
Clouds be darned, I’ve been meaning to capture a sunset for a week, to fulfill the weekly photo challenge.
An hour later, the nearly full moon rises over the neighbor’s house. Beware the lunacy!