Morning fog on the Hudson.

View of Newburgh from the train platform (AM)

Some mornings, the commute feels like living in a Whistler painting. The fog is so thick that you can barely make out the banks on the other side of the river. The air is heavy and grey, and the river is quiet and still. The fog only lifts as we draw closer to the city.

View of Roa Hook and Annsville Creek, digital painting