Dusk at Bannerman's Castle, the sun burning through an empty window.
A lone walker passes beneath the tall windows of an old downtown building.A bench waits in the snow beside the river. We all have one, a place that has borne the weight our hearts amass.
A red bike leans against a weathered brick wall in the late sun.
The last light ignites a single tree above the river. Hush, my love, the day is done.Seen from above, the marsh breaks into islands of green laced with channels.
A graffiti-covered wall crumbles in front of an old brick building.
Hippies Use Side Door, says the sign on the green door.A wooden dollhouse sits on the sidewalk, catching the last of the sun.
A hand-lettered sign reading WOMEN 51% hangs on a peeling pink wall beside the graffiti.
A boardwalk runs out through the marsh toward the mountains.A freight train threads the causeway between the river and a still cove.
The Bear Mountain Bridge spans the Hudson below a mountainside in full color.
Cracks run through the gray grain of weathered wood.Stars fill every gap between the branches. We look into the night sky and we see ourselves.
Channels branch like veins through the green of the tidal marsh.
From above, the road clings to the cliffs as the Hudson winds between the mountains.A broken window, old magazines still leaning in the glass.
A lamp glows on the empty pier, the old railroad bridge across the river. We wearisome beasts, fumbling feet racing towards dusk.
Maple leaves blaze against a clear blue sky.Forested ridges roll away toward a far horizon.
A pavilion on stilts rises from an empty beach under a clear sky.
Cattails and marsh grass bend into the dark.Spiked water chestnut pods heaped on the shore, sharp as caltrops.
Tidal channels wind through the marsh toward the mountains.
Candles crowd the sidewalk in front of a locked gate, a memorial left for someone.Driftwood branches twist above the water, their reflections clear beneath them.
Holiday Sale, 15 to 25% off, chalked on a storefront window beside an empty lot.
Lamps come on along the riverside path, the Walkway Over the Hudson stretched across the dusk.A flock of birds scatters across the gray sky above the Mid-Hudson Bridge.
A white house sits above the river on a green hill, the trees just starting to turn.
Looking up through a wrought iron gazebo to the green canopy.A lone tree in the meadow, the sun bursting through its branches.
A kayaker in yellow cuts a wake across the gray water.
Coats hang in a shop window as the clouds and brick buildings reflect across the glass.Grass leans over a pond carpeted in duckweed.
The Mid-Hudson Bridge glows in a string of lights across the night river.
Mohonk Mountain House rises from its cliff above the lake.Moss spreads like a green pelt over the stone.
Ice-glazed branches glitter over a snowy clearing.
Light scatters into a thousand colored streaks.Water beads along a single blade of grass.
A weathered dock reaches out toward the blue water.
A single stone waits on the sand as the foam washes in.Winter sun cuts through the bare woods and across the snow.
A chain-link fence casts its shadow on a sunlit brick wall.
Stripes of orange, silver and white on a building's face.The railroad bridge cuts a black silhouette across a burning sky.
A dock half-hidden in the dark water as the sun sinks into the bay.
A bench faces the icy river beneath a bare tree.The top of a Ferris wheel reaches into the clear blue sky.
