Heavenly haze
One of our managers from work called me two weeks ago and asked me if I’d be willing to come back to work and help bolster their meager staff trying to both get the store ready for curb side sales, once the Mayor said the pandemic had subsided enough to do so, and to help with online sales which was the only thing keeping the store alive during the city wide Covid shut down. I said yes. I’d been walking all over the city searching in near vain for toilet paper, bread, cold cuts and the like ( the rest of the city saw this shut down coming, but I didn’t and they wisely beat me to all the supplies). Well if I figured God protected me while I searched all over town for food and household supplies, He’d also keep me safe while I tried to help my store stay afloat during these unprecedented and unpredictable times.
Just my luck this week every morning I’d wake up and walk to the ferry surrounded by the thickest blanket of fog. There is nothing I love shooting in more than that. As a mood setter, it’s heaven sent. And I have a dozen places around Staten Island I’d love to go to to capture foggy morning scenes in. But my job needed me so flexing my creative muscles in foggy conditions would have to be put on hold for now. ( Boy I can’t wait till I retire and just go around shooting all the things I couldn’t while I was working to pay off this mortgage).
On this day as I walked to the ferry to work there was no fog to torture my creative spirit. When my days shift was over I still stayed almost an hour later, helping to find more merchandise from our long list of online requests ( I don’t know where all these women plan to go who were buying all these shoes during the pandemic, but God bless their hearts, they’re keeping us afloat). As I sat down on the ferry boat ride home, all I could think of doing was getting some dinner in my belly and going to sleep. But when the boat reached Staten Island, a massive blanket of fog swept in out of nowhere enveloping the terminal. I could barely see the buses 20 yards in front of me.
Dinner be damned. When I got off my bus, I flew into the house grabbed my camera’s and a couple of lenses then raced out to Silver Lakes, a 5 minute trip if I walked / jogged really really fast. There was about 30 good minutes of light left in the sky before the sun dropped down below the horizon, and if there were any nice shots left out there, as sure as Sam I was going to get them.
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