Sunday Drive: Fly Me to the Moon

Tony Bennett sings the classic love song, paired here with images from the first trip to the surface of the Moon and back - fifty years ago.  I watched it on TV as a youth - and now I am an old man, remembering the summer of 1969, its sights and sounds, its tastes and smells, all the textures of my life back then, when anything was possible:  so near in memory, though gone irretrievably now.

My, how time flies.

Hunter's Moon

The ex-roommate told me the Hunter's Moon usually comes in October, but got bumped to November this year, something to do with the fall equinox.  It's lovely.  I really need a better camera and a tripod to do justice to it.  But you get the idea.