Thick mist on the Hudson this morning.
No sign of the water or either bank from the center of the Walkway.
And now, bright sunshine.
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It reminds me of the mists of San Francisco, which generates them almost as frequently as normal rainfall ... though less frequently than major earthquakes, thank goodness.
My grandmother was from Newburgh, NY and I lived in NYC for 17 years so I know the Hudson in many moods.
Newburgh was, and is, such an interesting city. And now ripe for a new incarnation as an arts hub on the Hudson. I don't know it well but I have really enjoyed my visits there. Such contrasts and such history.
An illustrated poem. Lovely.
what are they doing with all that mist?
Clearly getting a head start on the season of mists and mellow fruitfulness. (The apple picking season is about to begin here.)
Well, someone was waving!
Or were they drowning?
I can see you waving!
Lol. Oh No, you can't.