Spring storms, or squalls, can be dramatic and fast moving.

Sometimes they deliver rain, sometimes snow, sometimes just odd white fluffy stuff.

And then they’re gone.

Days are shorter, nights are longer. We’re entering the nighttime of the year.

In our silhouetted landscape, moonrises are spectacular. (This is the Breaver, or Frost, or Snow Moon that occurs in November.)

The heavy moon is huge when it first emerges. Really huge.

As it rises, it becomes smaller in proportion to the horizon.

Just like us.