Summer Moons...

Happy first day of Summer, peeps!!!  

Remember how that felt?  School finally over, the exciting long days of Summer looming hot and sweet ahead, Fall not even a speck on the horizon, or in the mind. 

Freedom.  At least in my memories...

Sleeping in, no homework; lazy days, swinging in Dad's old canvas hammock, reading; swimming in the lake, cold until July when it turned into bathwater; playing baseball at the park; slurping sno-cones sticky and juicy, icy and delicious; laying on the garage roof watching shooting stars flash across the heavens; sleeping in the backyard on hot, humid August nights, waking with the birds in the early morning sun; camping, S'mores, wood smoke permeating clothes and hair, forest smells more enticing than any perfume.

What a wonder it would be to once again feel that complete and utter sense of excitement, of possibility, that only a kid can feel on the first day of Summer...

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Tomorrow night is a Supermoon, the closest the moon will come to earth until August 2014.  It's always bigger and brighter when it just rises, though being in the mountains, by the time it tops the ridge line to the east of me, it's higher in the sky than I'd like.  I've been thinking of where I might go, somewhere flatter, more exposed, though surrounded by ridges and hills and mountains, I would have to drive way out of town to find an open vista for some good photographs.

Last year I managed this shot off the front deck, through my Birch trees, and though the moon is glorious and huge, it's still not as impressive as it will be when cresting the horizon on Saturday night...

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I'm struggling a bit to find my adventure for the 52s this week.  I know what I'm doing next week, though that doesn't help me now.  On the few occasions when I've been stumped, my fallback has been cooking or baking something new.  If you've followed along with me on those disasters adventures, dear readers, you know my track record is not good.  Still.  Nothing ventured, nothing gained. 

And just think how happy the birds and wildlife will be when yet another one of my dreadful recipes gets lobbed down the mountain...