We've had morning temperatures in the twenties, so the grass, deck, trees and roads have been frosted. When I looked out this morning, I saw the gazing globe's frost had melted on the sunny side.
Smokey decided he wanted to be in the picture. (Photos of reflected cat butt deleted.)
Images like this make me think of science fiction stories set on worlds that have become tidally locked with the local star so that one side is always hot, and the other is cold. Someone once called worlds like this "riboon worlds" because there would be only a narrow ribbon of surface with habitable temperatures.
Oh, yeah. A pumpkin moon.
The shots that I took from above came out looking like Saturn.