A damn plane got in this photo without me realising. I thought it was a fly on the screen at first. I had to crop that thing out.
“Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in the sweetest bud.
All men make faults, and even I in this,
Authorising thy trespass with compare,
Myself corrupting, salving thy amiss.”
Sonnet 35
William Shakespeare



