Earlier this week the weather was misty and English --quite unlike the clear piercing light we usually get.
On Monday morning the tall buildings were shrouded in fog. (Shrouded always sounds a bit melancholy and romantic.)
Even the tree by the Midtown Tunnel managed to look picturesque.
Billowing something or other between the buildings of Penn South.
Dusk looking towards 23rd Street.
All these bare trees remind me of photos I took several Decembers ago on the beach in Morocco
where magic forests were created by the tide pulling dark sand over light sand or viceversa. I have always kept these pictures when much else has been lost.
Such trees, or coral, or roots of teeth
Here trees reflected in water on 24th Street.
But back to the old misty business --Cold Spring Harbor on LI on misty Monday with the Hipstamatic filter
and the plain version.
Lastly Miss Gretchen -- like Diddle Diddle Dumpling my son John/One shoe off and one shoe on.