Late December and early January nights were supposed to be good for watching the waxing crescent moon pass by Venus, Jupiter, and Saturn. Since it's just after the Winter Solstice, the evenings and mornings have been cloudy and overcast, so I hadn't really seen much of the moon (or the planets, for that matter) for about a week and a half.
When we took Aoife to the dog park a few evenings ago, just before sunset, the sky cleared up enough to show a waxing half moon. I surprised myself by managing to take an in-focus picture of the moon bracketed by tree branches.
I think Mark thought I was particularly daring to bring the camera into the Very Muddy Dog Park (we'd had two inches of rain a few days earlier, on top of the previous week's eight inches of snow). I was more worried that Somebody Else's Dog might jump on me with their muddy paws than I was of slipping or dropping the camera into a puddle. I managed to get a few photos of Aoife, but the majority of them were blurry action shots of her chasing things.
The fog, which had rolled back around noon, reasserted its dominion over the landscape as the sun set. By the time we got home, the sky was a dark grey blanket, unspangled by stars, and the night was moonless.
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