December 31, 2009 -- LAST LIGHT. Every day a new picture is painted and framed, held up for half an hour, in such lights as the Great Artist chooses, and then withdrawn, and the curtain falls. And then the sun goes down, and long the afterglow gives light, and then the damask curtains glow along the western window, and now the first star is lit, and I go home...Henry David Thoreau
Thursday, December 31, 2009
December 31, 2009 - 8 am -- BREAKING THROUGH THE FOG. Fog rises above the water only along the river as if it is nestled under its own blanket and won't share with the rest of the city. Sometimes the river creates its own weather due to the differences in water and air temperature. Now the sun is starting to break through and reflects off the water in a blinding light. Clear skies are already appearing to the north, hopefully a good sign for the New Year.