At dinner, it looked yellow outside. The sun was a reddish orange, and it seemed the perfect opportunity for a photo shoot at the nearby nature preserve. Smoke from various fires has transformed the skies to a murky brown/gray on one side and strange, sullen clouds on the other. Everything was bathed in kind of a brownish glow.

The park ranger got his camera gear out as well. But at sunset, the sun looked its normal self.

Back home, I was looking through the pictures, most of which had a sepia tone. A family member came home and announced that the moon was orange.

Out again, but not such great results. My night shooting skills need work, and I lost a contact lens in the dark. There was a lot of foot traffic. But a few things worked out okay today. I didn’t get glass in my eyes from the shattering pyrex earlier in the day, and I found the contact lens undamaged.

Note: It’s easier to see a blue-tinted contact lens on a concrete walkway (with a flashlight of course) than on a white-tiled bathroom floor.