Ailsa’s theme this week is Pale
Wellfleet, Cahoon Hollow, May 6, 2009
This week’s Photo Challenge is Delicate. (Click HERE to see various views)…
I thought this image from 10/29/11 at the river fit the bill.
It was a beautiful day in the neighborhood…It’s actually a grayout not a whiteout but…
Today is mainly about the beast. Part 2 will be about the fog.
It was a truly foggy day yesterday. I went out at 11 and headed for the George Washington Bridge because I thought the river would look romantic and/or spooky from that height through the fog. HA! (Tune in tomorrow for pictures of the white out.)
Then I headed down to 125th Street because I thought it couldn’t be as bad at ground level. While walking on the deserted bike path and looking towards the river I saw my first living creature since I left the environs of Fairway.
Last spring, the cat had a Calico companion. I don’t know if she was in hiding or the street got her.
“Fog everywhere. Fog up the river where it flows among green airs and meadows; fog down the river, where it rolls defiled among the tiers of shipping, and the waterside pollutions of a great (and dirty) city…. Chance people on the bridges peeping over the parapets into a nether sky of fog, with fog all round them, as if they were up in a balloon and hanging in the misty clouds.”- Charles Dickens “Bleak House”
I woke up early on Sunday morning. The fog was really thick. I could barely see the building across the street. I knew I should grab the camera and go out but I was feeling lazy and Sunday morningish so I kicked back with the New York Times. Around Noon I finally got some energy and headed down to the river.
The fog had lifted a bit

At around 95th Street we have tennis courts run by the Riverside Clay Tennis Association. They say these are the only red clay courts in the city. Sandy flooded them and dumped a significant amount of Hudson River mud and…on them but they reopened in 5 days. It is December but the players are out

Little do they know what is swimming in the fog

Is that Nessie? Has the Loch Ness Monster come to The Hudson?
Sadly, no. It is a diving duck. Not being a birdwatcher or Ornithologist, I can’t tell you its name.

I just caught the tail end of her dive.
“The fog was where I wanted to be. Halfway down the path you can’t see this house. You’d never know it was here. Or any of the other places down the avenue. I couldn’t see but a few feet ahead. I didn’t meet a soul. Everything looked and sounded unreal. Nothing was what it is. That’s what I wanted—to be alone with myself in another world where truth is untrue and life can hide from itself. Out beyond the harbor, where the road runs along the beach, I even lost the feeling of being on land. The fog and the sea seemed part of each other. It was like walking on the bottom of the sea. As if I had drowned long ago. As if I was the ghost belonging to the fog, and the fog was the ghost of the sea. It felt damned peaceful to be nothing more than a ghost within a ghost.”
― Eugene O’Neill, Long Day’s Journey Into Night
Ailsa’s theme this week is Liquid -(you can see other ideas of the theme if you click on the word Liquid). Liquid can mean a lot of different things to people. Here are a few of my ideas.
You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person died for no reason.
From West 42nd Street and 6th Avenue… A portrait of The Empire State Building in the rain…what you don’t see it? It is an awfully large structure to just go missing. Blow the picture up to full size and look between the two buildings on the right…
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As the republicants continue their game of, “oh well we don’t like you but if we must”…the most notable thing to me about “super Tuesday” was the date of 3-6-12, but I like number games…
Took a little walk up West End Avenue from 96th to 106th..
Our best certainties are but sand-houses and subject to damage from any wind of doubt that blows. – Mark Twain-
The wind was blowing yesterday. It blew Katherine and me to a really bad show at the Public Theater which will remain nameless to protect the guilty.
Tomorrow evening The Academy Awards…very little hope for any of my favorites since most were not nominated, and those that were the odds makers say no way, but we will watch none-the-less.
As I was walking the river today, I passed a very friendly middle-aged gentleman. He stopped me and asked if I had ever seen such crazy weather: “I mean, man, snow before Halloween and 68 in late November? Everything is backwards! Next thing you know the sun will be rising there,” as he pointed west over Jersey. I agreed that the weather has been pretty wacked.
Then he asked me about my camera and we talked technology for a bit. I am no DSLR gear head but it became clear pretty quickly that he was making it up as we went along. No problem there – he was very entertaining in his rap. Then we talked about making posters out of our pictures and the best places to do that in the nabe.
A gentle spring-like rain was starting and I excused myself as I needed to shoot before the storm actually hit. As we were parting he said that he was going on a Caribbean cruise next week and had an extra ticket which he would give me if I wanted. I replied that as “loverley” as that offer was, I had various responsibilities that would keep me in NYC over the Holiday season but thank you and have a good trip. Then I started walking north.
Rebekah of colderweather asked me what the grey haired women in the photo yesterday was doing. Here you go!
Thank you for all the kind responses to yesterday’s post.