T'is September 15th 2016, the night before Harvest Moon and "I'm a rollin' through New York State."
Darkness has fallen but you wouldn't "really" know it. With such a clear sky, the almost full moon casts shadows at every turn along Interstate 81.
Travelling for a moment in solitude, I look in my mirror to see even a shadow of my own rig. It brings back memories of when I used to travel west...
Wyoming in January, with its rolling hills covered in a blanket of snow, (did I say that four-letter word?!) the night incredibly bright and lit up from a full moon, as clumps of pine trees cast their shadows. And hardly a soul around. Not even the antelopes.
The moon's light tricks a bird into thinking it can see well enough to fly; I hear a "thump" on the cab above the windshield... my attention's back from Wyoming.
It is so bright that one doesn't need a flashlight to walk with. But one must leave the city to enjoy it fully!
And with a harvest moon comes the changing colours of fall. From goldenrod to asters, aspens to maples.
These were taken in Joyceville Ontario.
This is one of the enjoyments of driving for a living... seeing creation in all of its beauty. And with all the craziness of life, in particular on Canada's busiest highway, sometimes one needs to "stop and smell the roses" so to speak.