Sunday night when I went out to the barn to close up the goats,
the moon was so bright and beautiful.
I went back into the house to get my camera.
No flashlight needed tonight.
In fact no flash on the camera either...
When it's bright and quiet like this, I can hear what I can't on other nights.
Owls calling from far away, dogs barking from up the road...
...things just seem a little friendlier.
Makes you a bit giddy in fact.
The goats seemed to want to stay out just a little later, being able to see a little clearer...
My cat Ruben acting crazy... his tail puffed up as he races around after me...
...too fast in motion, he ends up quite ghostly on camera...
As I walk back past the windows of the barn, I know the power of a full moon...
It's nights like these, I think of Hondo Crouch.
His poem 'Lukenbach Moon' was on an old Jerry Jeff Walker album I had
and ever since I first heard it 32 years ago I think of it when I see
