October 3, a chilly, still, peaceful early autumn dawn.
I had been watching the crescent sliver of the waning moon rise over the Black Hills in the darkness. Waiting for enough light from the far-behind sun to make it a scene worth photographing.
Finally I stepped outside, made some tentative shots, then, eventually, this one. Enough glow on the horizon, while the moon wasn’t yet erased by the bright sunrise.
Deep blue above, barest yellow tint below. Moonrise over mountains. Tomorrow will be the New Moon.
October, the perfect month. A very nice beginning.