Tonight is supposed to be the largest moonrise in twenty years.  I positioned my tripod outside in hoped of getting a truly spectacular photo, but, as usual, the cosmic event brought me something entirely different.  My boy followed me out onto the porch and said, “It’s time to call the owls.”  There he stood, hand on his heart, and called to them with perfect pitch, sounding every bit like the owls we heard last spring as the boys camped out in a tent in the front yard.  The photos did not come out the way that I had hoped but the evening could not have been better.