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
Front row seating on the Ohio River
Visible bridge now.
Daylight burned off the fog
Like a mirror, barely a ripple
Sun and light, reflections.
Ohio River Reflections
Ohio River Sky
With the fog burned off
What I saw when I drove home. Holy Family Wishing Well.