It's 2004. The night before Thanksgiving. (That makes it late November, for any non-Americans reading this.)
My friend Lesley had just arrived from London and we'd fought our way home from the airport in a blinding snowstorm. Once home, the snow stopped, the clouds disappeared, and we took the dogs outside to romp in the fresh snow while we shoveled the driveway. Imagine a very Rockwellian scene.
At one point, I paused under our giant maple tree and looked straight up at the full moon. This is what I captured.