Ninety seconds apart; a one-hundred-and-eighty turn. In the top image, you can see that I never took down the humming bird feeder from the summer; in the bottom, chamisa stalks against the rising full moon.
I seem to make a yearly rant - when I'm in the US - about the fact that Boxing Day isn't a Thing, here. But we did go for a walk ... in true traditional fashion - and it was very, very cold.
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