Foogy Day

Seasons change, time moves on, and large fog banks descend upon us for a few days like a bad horror movie in which those poorly hidden (and scantily clad) teenagers will die for having sex. It's kind of atmospheric. 

I caught a flock of seagulls (I know! I know!) resting in the park yesterday, and it was awesome. Maritime birds typically move inland during storms, but this flock seems to have taken year-round to our clime. Yes! The animals are back, and today is a good day.  
Have a great weekend.

I get to write this caption today: it's "A Flock of Seagulls"!

Whoa! Those clouds have come way down off the hills since midday.

Is that...is that fog coming closer to me?! Cool!

Getting thicker by the minute...

...and now it's covering up buildings and building up speed like it's alive. Good thing I took out that horror movie from the library! Oh....

Early Morning Fog

6:30 a.m. - The Hudson River valley.

It was a dark and stormy night...

Misty stormy foggy nighttime...ahh, I love it.

We're having one last spate of warm weather here in the autumnal Northeast, resulting in atmospheric mists that hover over the street during nighttime visits to the store for movie candy (that was me). Spooky? Yes! 

Boooo! The streets are empty and scary on a wet night.

It was also cool and invigorating and exciting, because that's the nature of a good thrill: a little scary but still safe, like watching a gory horror movie at home, tucked under the covers. Enjoy the recent warmth, New York. It'll turn cold soon.

Dark, lonely, foggy streets at night. Breathe it in...

Wintertime: Black Hole Sun

A dark winter sun.

There's this bruised, yellow sky in winter that holds a dark sun hidden behind the clouds, creating long, dark, stretching shadows everywhere the weak light meets the earth. That kind of spooky weather makes a fun atmosphere for us here in the Hudson Valley. Oftentimes, I don't need a horror movie with a fog machine. I just take a walk outside.

A hidden winter sun.

Small Town America: River Towns

View of the Tappen Zee from Nyack, NY.

Oceans are one thing, and big ass rivers are quite another. Townspeople by the Hudson will tell you that the river is as fierce as you would expect a major artery to the Atlantic Ocean to be. Anyone whose driven along the Palisades State Parkway will tell you that the fog bank that rolls off it at night is like something out of a horror movie: thick, impassable, and almost tangibly powerful enough not to be cut through with a car. We've all had those nights when you simply follow the tail lights in front of you, hoping that car doesn't drive right off the road, and that's how we get through it.

Picket fences and a very big river.

There remain no lights to lead the way, because of it's Federal Park status. Some folks swear they "know" the road by heart, but any good pilot will tell you that the true test for them is flying solely by instruments, because looking out the window does you no good, and that's exactly how it feels. It's scary, surreal, and wild, and that's the way it goes with forces of nature: you're not in control. That's what makes great adventures. What adventures will you have?