Sunday morning I met my friend and her son to photograph his senior pictures at the boathouse where he rows.
It was foggy and felt like fall.
I could hear a tugboat chugging along the river but could just make out the lights. Not even an outline.
Then as the time passed the bridge was visible and the fog burned off. It was a beautiful morning.
Getting down to the river.
Pretty thick fog.
You can see the lights of the boat.
Can’t see the bridge
Sun and light, reflections.
Ohio River Reflections
