'Tis said that the full moon is when all the loons and crazies come out to play.
Yes, I'll be out and about (that would be "oot and aboot" in the Great White Up) to dance in the moonlight, howl at the moon and consume mass quantities of mead and ale.
No, not really. Though we actually did that once or twice way back in the day. There was always that place out in the boonies in Vermont (pretty much the entire state) where we could gather, light a bonfire, quaff adult beverages and indulge in all sorts of risky behavior.
Yes, I liked mead, back in the day.
Mead is an alcoholic beverage created by fermenting honey with water, sometimes with various fruits, spices, grains, or hops. The alcoholic content of mead may range from about 8% ABV to more than 20%. WI recall liking mead a lot, perhaps more than I should have when I was a feckless youth. However, those days are long past and I lead a more sedate lifestyle these days. Haven't had a drink of mead in years. I wonder if they sell it locally?
Anyhoo, things have been a bit drear and drab in these parts lately. My bad. (Do the kids still say that, I hated that phrase when I first heard it. Don't know why, don't mind it at all now.) I do get all melancholy from time to time, it's my nature.
The lead in photo was taken Monday night just after moon rise. It was still fairly light out and I hesitated before rolling out the Canon. After all, the full moon was on Tuesday, not Monday. However, knowing New England as I do, I reckoned that it could be cloudy on Tuesday and moon shots would be iffy.
Well, Tuesday just after moon rise looked like this...
Kind of cool and eerie looking but not much of a view of the full moon. I'm glad I took the shot Monday night!
Zoomed back you can see my neighborhood, all softly lit and rustic looking. I really like the way this camera takes photos. Good job progeny! (Recall that this camera was a birthday gift from my chilluns.)
Not much else to talk about this fine day. I found a most interesting World War II reenactment video. Germans, Americans, tanks and aircraft. The rattle of machine guns, the thump of cannon and the "mournful mutter of musketry." This is something else I did in my halcyon days. Miss it I do. The cost I do not.
To quote XBradTC, "here's your daily dose of splodey..."
It's how they "play army" in Indiana. The Old AF Sarge approves!
(Yes, some of the Germans are saying stuff in German. War stuff, perfect German it ain't. Better than in some movies though. Oh yeah, the uniforms and equipment get high marks for authenticity, no farbs on this battlefield! Though some of the bolt action crowd need more range time, my grandmother could get rounds off faster than that! Of course, she was a hunter of some note.)