When the full moon sets the sun rises, more or less.  If conditions are right, it is possible to have pink mountains underneath the moon.  Every full moon this year I have hoped for a clear morning, but the storms always hid the mountains.

This morning was the first time that I could see the moon setting.

Unfortunately, cloud in the northeast prevented the sun from putting any colour on the mountains, and even before it set, the moon was swallowed up by cloud so that only a ghost of a moon was showing.

Before the wind got up, I went down to the lower property to burn one of the scrap piles.  The lower property is full of derelict barns and trash that I am slowly cleaning up.

I was intrigued at how the snow had melted around this old tire, making a snow mushroom in the middle.