On New Year’s Eve, we crossed the river from Algiers.
It was spectacular.
The city, rising from mist |
Ghostly ships and tugs |
And of course, the bridge. |
In the fog…
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Great pics!
Thanks for sharing them.
Thanks, oyster! My personal favorite was so cool (imho) that I changed the blog header graphic for it.
Amazingly, it was my 9-year-old daughter who pointed me to most of the “good eye” shots… except she was taking hers with my cell phone. Kind of a neat way to discover a talent in one’s kid.
It was the most exceptional night of fog I’ve ever experienced.
Encourage that artistic talent in your daughter. What a joy it must be to witness its blossoming.