An almost full moon hanging out in the west. I take a sunrise stroll every morning, year-round, so I was not going to miss doing so in Jackson Hole. The morning moon was icing on the cake!Off to the side of the bike trail is a little bench by a stream. I stopped for a spell and contemplated the ethereal meaning of running water.I was practically the only one out.Home of a birdhouse providerThere must have been dozens of them – like yard art.Moon over RockiesConservation easement for open fields west of Jackson, along the bike path.
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