I drove from home to Rensselaer and then to Latham this morning around 11 and it was a beautiful and mysterious day. There was a deep fog laying in most places and, in places that were a little higher, there was a heavy rime frost coating everything that was still in the shadows.
It was a strange looking view. The fog floated above the streams and flowed over the fields.
When I drove home, most of the fog had lifted and there was bright disk in the sky, the sun trying to break through the solid clouds. As I looked south over the Hudson, the fog still lay in the valleys and lots of wispy clouds rode over the hills between me and the river.
By the time I got to Schodack, things were clearer. The sky was still a dark blue-grey with lots of thick clouds. Made for interesting light on the hills. And then, a Van Gogh moment.
Black Crow flies over
A golden December field
Late afternoon sun.
