The Reflection

The moon, about three quarters full, was making a wonderful reflection on the lake when I stopped by the Viewpoint this evening. I was struck by the great variety of shades of deep, dull blue in the sky. If you look at the night sky in isolation, you think it's black, but when you compare it to the silhouette of a mass of trees, you immediately see the trees as black and the sky as deep blue. The moon's reflection was very broad.