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The weather has been jumping around from bitter cold to early spring. It always seems silly to complain about extreme weather in nyc. People always have it much worse in places like Chicago. Still it is hard to know what how to dress as each day presents a new microclimate. There has been a bit more fog than usual. A few days ago, there was a dramatically foggy morning, which was well documented over at the Gothamist. By the time I came outside, the sun was burning through, creating a huge bank light over Bushwick.
It softened the bright colors of Broadway and gave the street a European glow.
On the J train platform, the tracks disappeared.
Looking away from the sun, the light reminded me a one of my dreams.
Everything looked as if it had been photographed through ground glass.
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.
