I popped outside on Sunday evening to capture the pink sky, but by the time I reached the garden gate it had pretty much disappeared, and though the sunset was quite dramatic in the south-west, my attention was drawn to the north and the full moon. Seeing this crow on my neighbour’s rooftop I couldn’t resist this spooky shot.
January’s full moon is named after the howling of hungry wolves lamenting the scarcity of food in midwinter. Other names: Moon After Yule, Old Moon, Ice Moon, and Snow Moon. In my case maybe it should be renamed Crow Moon, though that appears to be a name for March.