From the moon to the music

Last night's full moon kept getting caught in the trees. It was blindingly bright, scattering leaf reflections like sparkler firefly stars.

Dawn's colors - a subtle flare on sky and water that wasn't really subtle at all...

As I was lugging my now fixed dinghy engine (thank you Keekay - spelled wrong, heart right) down the yard, I saw 3 black parrots up in the acacia tree. The camera was only feet away but they flew before I could capture them digitally. The hummingbird was too far in shadow, the sugar quit too flit obsessed. And the thrush, I'd really like to shoot. So it was back to my I'm-never-tired-of-them pelicans.

A Culebra Sunday on the water. It's going to be a good day.