All the architectural details really stand out when the sky is foggy and gray–unless the buildings are so tall that they vanish into the sky. These are some recent snaps of the city. Midtown and UES.
foggy mornings...
The weather has been so odd for January. Typically it is gray and cold but this week it was unusually warm with morning fog that didn’t lift for hours. I took these on my drive yesterday. So eerie!
Walks in Autumn
The weather has been so gorgeous lately. I’ve really enjoyed my walks—even in fog. The pops of yellow and orange are even more stunning in the gray mist. The leaves are really coming down now and soon the trees will be bare. I will really miss this season. Daylight Savings starts tomorrow.
a foggy walk
Took the most amazing walk yesterday. It wasn’t so foggy when I started out but about a mile in, I could barely see more than 500 feet or so. I’m always reflecting when I am walking…this has been the most bizarre year on record. I think about just how radically our lives have changed and also how we have adapted. I always feel peaceful when I am outside and in nature. It’s hard not to be. I write a lot in my head and seem to be able to problem solve as I go––making notes on my phone then running back home to scribble an idea. I am grateful for my walks. I am grateful for so much.
fog
I was riding through Eagle Rock reservation the other day and snapped a few photos as we wound down the narrow switchbacks. There is something so magical about fog-the way it ghosts large portions of the landscape, while making some take center stage. The gray provides a perfect backdrop to the verdant greens. It's a fleeting work of art, really.
