Tuesday, June 14, 2016

Waxing Gibbous

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We ran out of daylight in our baseball game tonight.  That will happen when the pitching for the opposing team is limited and you score 13 runs in an inning.  I was hoping to catch the moon when it was still low enough to see some detail.  Pleased with the results.

The sun loved the moon so much that he died every night to let her breathe.










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