I have learned where to point my camera those mornings. Down! Deep into the Husdon Valley! The river is warm enough, and the air is accepting, so whispy little cloudlets a born to scurry across the valley, up the slopes, and make a break for the safety of Upstate deeper cover.
This week, though, there was a clear morning. And the show was to the West! Every ridge and crest of the Catskill Mountains took its turn to slowly glisten. There’s just not enough pixels.