English weather. Fog, and a fine mist, soft to the skin. I kept thinking of the old nursery rhyme "One misty, moisty morning, when cloudy was the weather..." but alas, no old man "a-clothed all in leather" (and he'd be a different kind of leather guy today) was out and about at this early hour.
The river & bridges, as ever, ladies with no bad angles.
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Love these shots, especially the first one!
Thanks, Marty!
The fog yesterday was incredible. And, I've never seen the Hudson steam before - so spooky!
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