Even the magnetic field, or the puppy that came over to spend some time with us on the shores of Pontoon Lake, who insisted on lying underneath my tripod every time I changed positions. 

So it was a quieter night, relatively speaking, of course. Quieter as in not so dramatic as over the last 11 nights. But still last night, she danced. Pinks and greens to the eye came and went, and we did a little clear sky chasing toward the end of things.