I tend to remember scenes, places and situations by the feelings I associate with them. Those sensations are very much influenced by the light around them.
Although yesterday’s ride took me through places I’ve cycled many times before, I think it will become a Fall Classic, if you will, in my memory.
The Verrazano-Narrows Bridge always does interesting things to the hues of water, sky, sun and clouds:
and to newly-denuded limbs exposed to the wind that stripped them so that they could only open themselves to late-day sunlight trapped in a cloud.
At the end of the day’s fading light, across the water, a boat
follows the setting sun
Is it headed for a fjord of fire?