After a couple of nice days spent moving about via other modalities, I couldn't resist the urge to take a moonlit ride this evening, to welcome the much-heralded Supermoon. Here's a picture of it over Arlington's Great Meadow; an outbound cyclist has luminance parity with their headlight.
Here's the same moon minus the cyclist:
At the Woburn Street turn-around point, I rendered assistance by lending a guy on a newish Canondale my retrogrouch Zefal frame pump. He seemed pleased with the results. Hope he got home alright.
After that I rolled home, with Greg Brown's "Rootie Toot Toot for the Moon"* echoing in my head. The moonlight was sublime, beyond my ability to capture in images with the Pocket Devil (or any other camera, perhaps), but I kept trying.
This was one of those elating rides. I took the feeling with me into my kitchen, and made a big pot of beef stew.
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