|The Bridge to Frog Island.or, Maybe, Dyke Marsh|
This morning I left the house in a dense fog. At times visibility was nearly nonexistent. My glasses kept getting wet and I had to use my index finger windshield wipers to see. By the time I made it to the Mount Vernon Trail some of the fog had lifted but you can see that it was still pretty thick. As long as you have flashing lights and lots of reflective gear bike commuting in the fog is pretty safe, at least at the speeds I ride. It's a total pain in the ass for car commuters because they're driving too fast to see what's coming,
I put my camera away to protect it from the damp. About 10 miles later, I passed under the Memorial Bridge. There along the river bank was a huge great blue heron. He was walking along very slowly, I spooked him a bit so he raised his wings for a second and, then, relaxed. I had gone by and he was safe to creep along the water's edge on his backwards legs.
|The Tree that Won't Die|