It’s been a while since I’ve acknowledged this my favorite time of day.  Golden hour at 80+ degrees is quite different than it at 40- degrees.  But here are my shots;  I took them and then headed for the shade.

Larry J Hebert lies alongside the dredge and Mister Jim is happening by, westbound. Actually, i took this about 15 minutes after sunrise on a muggy morning.  The haze makes it appear everything and everyone in the boros is asleep, except those on the sixth boro.

Laura Maersk, in a haze of very cantaloupe colors, waits to sail and carry cargo again.

Mister Jim, continues, a few minutes later.

By the time Wolf River passes, carrying crews to and from the dredging operation, the morning atmosphere has changed to orange.

I move farther west, and looking back to where I’d been, a cluster of traffic heads toward me.

Ernest Campbell and barge have a Maersk ship following them.

 

When Andrea passes,  the ridge begins to look like a featureless mass, a tear of greenish blueberry.

All photos, WVD.