My City, My River, early afternoon, after the worst was behind us

We returned our son to the city in the early afternoon.  His apartment had power.  Our house did not.  On the way back, I snapped these photos of the river that I love—high and deep grey blue.



I am in awe of nature.  I am grateful that when the sky lit up last night and the winds howled heinously the three ancient trees that fell in these parts hurt no one.  I am grateful for the men in bright orange jackets who stood in ladder buckets minutes ago and got us back to heat and light.



I am thinking of those who are not as fortunate. I thinking of our Jersey Shore.