I didn’t expect to see much at this morning’s sunrise. Yesterday I remembered the fog of the night before that had hidden the lights on the Wurts Street Bridge. As I drove north east on Strand I notice the fog over the Creek and the River on my right. I decided to stop at the edge of North Street on the Rondout Creek. The view was heart stopping. The fog was the backdrop in the distance towards the lighthouse. The water was in slack (the point between the high tide and low tide where the current is still, not moving north or south). What I realize is that in the dark morning fog the water becomes a mirror. My favorite pictures are during these times which are infrequent. Precious. I took this picture as I took in the breath of the scene. Everything is quiet, still.
Then, after I got my fill of this magnificent scene, we drive to the Rotary for a brief walk to the footbridge. The temperature is 29 degrees. I can’t be out too long. But the walk on the frozen grass makes me feel like a child enjoying the crunching of our shoes on the frost glazed blades. Sweet.
Every day is a gift of Mother Nature. Unfortunately, life goes on. I have things to do, places to go, people to see. On with life. See you tomorrow, Mother.
the Rondout Rower 