I would be remiss in my duty as a blogger if I did not post about the Super Moon. I also need to be truthful: I think it's super-cool.
When the moon rises, I call my youngest to the window to see it. It's bright, remarkably so, and looks amazing through the late autumn stark tree branches. Taking a picture now would be futile. There's no way I can get my Android phone to capture the night scene.
In the morning, just before daybreak, I hustle downstairs and look out the front window. With dawn light making the backdrop a better palette, I try to snap some pictures. I don't have time to hunt up my digital camera and figure out how to set it up. Apparently, I am getting very lazy in my older age. Besides, my cell phone is handy and fully charged.
Obviously, my pictures suck, but the real moon (the actual real-time view out the window) is fascinatingly gorgeous hanging in the sky just minutes before it disappears. If you didn't see it yet, it's not too late to catch a waning glimpse.