A wet but lovely spring day and evening in NYC today – which is odd given it is mid November…
Tag Archives: Fog
Talkin’ to myself and feelin’ old
Sometimes I’d like to quit
Nothing ever seems to fit
Nothing to do but frown
Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down.
What I’ve got they used to call the blues
Nothin’ is really wrong
Feelin’ like I don’t belong
Some kind of lonely clown
Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down.
I don’t even particularly like The Carpenters and here I am quoting them…
After I read the post on today’s Broken Light: A Photography Collective, the picture below taken on May 22nd, another foggy and muggy day, came to mind.
If you are not familiar with the work of Broken Light I truly believe you should check them out. Unlike Samantha Pugsley, today’s Broken Light photographer, I love rain and fog. It is the sort of weather that invigorates me and pulls me out of my blues (“pace” Karen Carpenter). I think Samantha and I might be able to have an interesting dialogue via photograph on the subject. Feelings are feelings and there is no right or wrong but the contrast might be enlightening.
One of the things that I love about this picture is the way, to my eye, the tug and barge look like a submarine in a World War 2 picture creeping up on the Circle Line boat. But you know Bogie is the captain of the Circle Line and will figure out an answer with the help of Lauren Bacall.
“A computer is like an Old Testament god, with a lot of rules and no mercy”
I am reputed to be pretty good with technology and able to operate new (to me) software quickly. Maybe so…
I have been spending the evening looking at/working with/cursing out various book publishing sites. Blurb, Adorama, A&I, to name three. These sites are supposed to make your life easier?
If they say so…
Anyway a few of the pictures I worked on earlier today. My apologies for any recent repeats but as I close in on finalizing this work, the field of choices narrows.
“I am trying to be unfamiliar with what I’m doing.”
In the past week or so I received a number of lovely comments off-line about the Quotidian Hudson. In the course of etalking with these folks I received three requests. One person commented that I had not shown any river art in a good while. The second said that they missed my fogs (I think they meant pictures and not my mind but…). The third asked if I would shoot more water. Wednesday, chance brought these requests together in such a way that I believe I was able to accommodate them all and chance threw in another little treat.
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.
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
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.
“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