Full moon tomorrow but the weather might not co-operate, so I wanted to catch the moonset today as it coincides nicely with sunrise. Only problem was the solid bank of clouds in the north-west so I didn’t stand a chance. But since I was already out and about, I went for the sunrise instead and now I got seriously lucky – cold mist. By far the best sunrise I’ve photographed this winter and to think that I would’ve completely missed this orange mist had I not been out in search of the moon. You win some, you lose some.

When I got home, a surprise was waiting for me. I have seen very little of the squirrels so far, but now one of them had finally come for brunch. So I just swapped the zoom lens for 300mm and got some keepers even if the light wasn’t ideal. I hope I will soon see more birds as well… they are only making short visits so it’s no point even setting up the tripod.

In the afternoon I had high hopes of catching a nice sunset to go with the nice sunrise. Just a little bit of cloud that might provide additional colour, but the colour never really materialised. While I was waiting for something interesting to happen with the sunset, I glanced behind me and saw the moon rising (moonrise already at 13:30, but it takes a while to work its way high up in the sky). Now I was racing the time to find a good spot for the moon before the sky got too dark, and I got lucky – again. A row of spruces on the edge of a clearing so I could put the moon right above the treetops. The picture is a bit misleading, really – the moon was much much higher on the sky than it appears here, but who cares. I got my moon.

I had hoped for a moonset and sunset… but I got a sunrise and a moonrise instead. And you know what? There’s no way I could’ve done anything better even if my plans had played out perfectly!

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The post title is a kind of a play on words, a private joke. You’ll need to watch Soapdish to get it…