Tonight, the moon inspired me with it's thin little crescent. After clicking all over that schoolyard, I looked at the stars last. Stars are perhaps the hardest thing ever to photograph. Maybe they're not really real. Or maybe cause it's they're just so far. Reminds me of a Gordon Lightfoot couplet:And I will never be set free
As long as I’m a ghost that you can’t see
And while I'm on the topic of Canadiana... I learned what a Canadian Tuxedo is today. I'm guilty. I'm very sorry. I'm a bastard. It's all my fault.
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