I must have read Margaret Wise Brown's "Goodnight Moon" a million times - to my children, my grandchildren, and sometimes, I must admit, I just read it to myself. Tonight when I saw this gorgeous harvest moon, I just had to try to capture at least a bit of its beauty. I thought I wouldn't get the color, but this is exactly the way it looked. I clicked away - as if I were not getting the same thing over and over. When I started back inside, without thinking , I murmered, "Goodnight, moon." That must be a deep wrinkle in my brain.