Fog

It has been cloudy and rainy for days. Yesterday the clouds dropped down and created a fog. I was reluctant to go out, but I pushed myself because the light was mysterious.

I visited the graffiti walls. There are new pieces with vibrant colors.

I had wanted to photograph the Callery pears that I caught blossoming last spring. But there was not enough distance to see the fog.

However, there was this cool beam of light under the BQE.

In this tiny park near the East River, the fog surrounded me, muffling out the sounds. It was soft and peaceful.

Colors

It was raining when I woke up but by noon the sun was burning through the clouds. It was a little hazy from the fog and the colors were popping. I saw this building from the subway the other day. It is frustrating to see something that I want to photograph and be unable to do anything about it. Sometimes the image never reappears because the light changes. When I saw the sun breaking through, I rushed out.

I love the way people post their building numbers.

I crossed the Williamsburg Bridge on the pedestrian side. It is steeper than the bikeway.

 One is rewarded by a very pretty rainbow at the top.

The guardrails were originally a more serious red color. The sun has bleached them to a girlie pink. It reminds me of winter.