May 4, 2012


The fog comes

on little cat feet

It sits looking

over harbor and city

on silent haunches

and then moves on.

C. Sandburg

Not long ago I awoke to one of the softest mornings I can recall.  Fog had come in during the night so thick that I couldn't see where my backyard meets the orchard.  In fact, I really couldn't see much of anything at all.  The thought occurred to me, now is the time to take some photographs!   By the time I reached the Cutchogue Harbor Marina it was beginning to slowly lift, muting sound, wrapping me in it's warm blanket.

This marks the fourth anniversary of
From The North Fork.


J. Evan Kreider said...

Amazing shots in fascinating and very challenging lighting conditions. What a great little series for celebrating your blog's birthday. You have really grown over these past 1,300 or so days! "He's back!"

The Six-Fingered Monkey said...

Gorgeous... and happy anniversary!