Another swift season (we tried in September, as you may recall). So we bundle everybody, Charles included, in the P’Finder and head downtown to the vicinity of the Foley Building. Ensconced in the alley behind the Foley, conditions seemed perfect, even allowing a composition with the moon above. But as darkness fell, only a handful of birds appeared (and, of course, the relative position of the moon changed, and the lack of light didn’t play well with handheld photography). Back home by 9pm or so.
