Backroad moon

I had pointed my car down one of the many backroads that criscross central Illinois the other day when I noticed out of the corner of my eye, behind a row of trees, a barn standing off in the distance. The moon had risen  and the day was ending. But the hour held enough light to make an image.  So risking life and limb, I parked the car on the side of Illlinois Route 116 raced across the road, camera in hand and made a few frames. It was just one of those moments when the photo gods were smiling.