We continued walking the trails from Rydal Mount, some of it in a steady light rain, down to our next stop, Grasmere (not the one in Staten Island!). Dove Cottage, where Wordsworth lived earlier in his life is a major attraction here. By the time we arrived apps told us we’d walked 10 miles. This proved to be the case almost every day of this vacation to the point that I actually lost a few pounds!
Click any image to see them all enlarged (on PC).
Still in the archives from 2001-02, here’s another foggy landscape looking South down the beach. there was a lot of color noise in this old 2MP jpeg that I took a stab at cleaning up.
Another 2MP jpeg from the archive, either 2001 or 2002.
Some more Tri-X from my days as a hotel switchboard operator and event photographer in the late 1970s.
Fair warning: I find these views on the turnpike fascinating. They draw me with the beauty of their industrial ugliness, the strict geometry of the Manhattan skyline and the pylons and other industrial artifacts. So expect to see several more over the next few posts…
The very air seems heavy and quarantined, as if it would like to get out for a fresh breath…
We returned to NY about 2 weeks ago, in the midst of the Covid-19 crisis. There were 13 people on our flight and the airports at both ends were empty and destitute.
We had a corporate event at Mercedes-Benz Stadium and walked on to the field through a fog of sublimating dry-ice for this cool silhouette effect.
