Whenever I miss some of the worthwhile, redeeming aspects of living in a metropolis--theater, art exhibitions, concerts, and, of course, film festivals--I simply go on a brief dog walk.

After all, within minutes, I come across urban elements dominated by a natural landscape. This is what my basset, Roediger, and I witnessed tonight:

Then we were hit by the Golden Hour, the sky got bluer, the evergreens turned yellow, and the Moon oversaw it all.