The law of averages . . .

dictates that out of 83 shots, there might be a couple I like. So after dragging the 9TS out without his dinner, parking the car in a neighborhood he was less than thrilled with, schlepping him up to the top of the Seabreeze bridge, with the wind howling, I started clicking and clicking and clicking . . .


and clicking some more, until I got my big ol' moon.