The last couple of mornings, heavy fogs have shrouded the Queensborough Bridge towers.
The cyclist you see in this photo soon disappeared as he descended through the fog on the Manhattan side of the bridge.
The Upper East Side, Long Island City, Astoria, Roosevelt Island and the the southern tip of the Bronx all seemed to dissolve into a soup of steel pores and ashen light that the East River had become.
I actually enjoy riding on a misty morning. Perhaps it's because I have no choice but to focus on what's around, rather than ahead of, me.
The cyclist you see in this photo soon disappeared as he descended through the fog on the Manhattan side of the bridge.
The Upper East Side, Long Island City, Astoria, Roosevelt Island and the the southern tip of the Bronx all seemed to dissolve into a soup of steel pores and ashen light that the East River had become.
I actually enjoy riding on a misty morning. Perhaps it's because I have no choice but to focus on what's around, rather than ahead of, me.
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