Still not feeling up to par as I climb out of the worst flu I’ve had in decades, so I’ll regale you with a photographic tour of Sonoma by Moonlight — or at least our little bit of it. As you look at these, imagine you are hearing a deafening chorus of pond frogs and tree frogs. And somewhere behind them are strange snuffles, yowls and growls that could be foxes, or bobcats or, worse yet, Mountain Lions, Big Foot or Chupacabra. Because a few scant miles from Sonoma Square, it gets pretty wild out here. When the sun goes down, it’s dark except for the moon and stars. And critters other than humans start stirring. Even the deer herds on the hill can look pretty scary when the flashlight shines on their glittering eyes.
Good Night, Moon.