Moon over Shea Heights

If I had an unobstructed view of that hilltop from my door, I could use the autofocus function on my camera. But instead there are all those trees, and I have to focus as best I can manually. I find that hard to do when it is the moon I'm trying to focus on. But then, being in manual focus mode, I can more quickly take pictures. So it's all sixes, as the old fellows used to say.

The hilltop is between me and the official horizon, from which the moon had risen a good forty minutes earlier. The hill used to be known as The Brow, a name I like, but officially it is Shea Heights, named for a priest who -- fifty years ago -- operated the Catholic church in that neigbourhood. (The competing Anglican church's spire is just barely visible to the left of the moon.)

The media are calling this full moon (officially full in a couple more hours) a Supermoon because it is close to us, and a Pink Moon because in some climes the little flower known as pinks blooms in April month. Not in this clime. There is still a metre and a half of snow in my backyard. The garlic under that snow will have to wait to show its greenery, and if there were any pinks down there, they would have to wait, too.