Just This

The Moon

by Robert Louis Stevenson

The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;
She shines on thieves on the garden wall,
On streets and fields and harbour quays,
And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees.


I went out blip-hunting this morning, but none of the pictures seemed too interesting, they just didn't fit.
Tonight, when I was about to enter the car on my way to the shopping mall, I saw it : THAT would make my today's blip :).
Have a great weekend.