Fragments From Floyd

Yeah. War. This is like pigmies attacking the MotherShip with sharp sticks and rocks. Sometimes, they just ain't enough rocks. Okay Doug, this is the best I've got for now. (The full image I cropped for the one earlier this week. I guess that's cheating, but hey...)

There will be a new full moon in February. And even pigmies who start out small can grow a little.

And by the way, thanks for selling me your Nikon hand-me-downs, even if well, compared to some, I am focal-length impaired. Length isn't everything. Nor height, said the pigmy.

ADDENDUM: This just as a way of warning: I finally this morning (duh!) figured out I shouldn't be using the averaging light metering to get moon details. Yeah, it's a crappy image, hand-held at a 50th of a second off the back porch; and the moon was behind something, as it almost always is down here where the sun never shines, and the moon, not often. But I'm figuring this out, Sir Douglas. Be afraid. Be very afraid. (Or at least stop to catch your breath while laughing.)