
I think I’ve probably posted pictures like this before. Every time we get this kind of fog I’m tempted to take a picture of the taller buildings in the background disappearing into the mist.

I think I’ve probably posted pictures like this before. Every time we get this kind of fog I’m tempted to take a picture of the taller buildings in the background disappearing into the mist.


Enough with the fog, already! Next post will not be foggy Central Park – I promise.



Got around the park to the East side and the fog was rolling out across Fifth Avenue.

Left the house Saturday afternoon to find the most amazing, low-lying fog in the park. More to come.


Leaving the pea-soup fogs of Ireland, I returned to the same in a New York taking a one-day break from sub-freezing temperatures blanketed in deep fog and rain.


Once again, parking lot floodlights diffused in thick fog.


The magenta/purpling effect of fog, night and floodlights.


For the explanation of this post title, see Joyce’s Finnegan’s Wake.




