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Crossing the George Washington Bridge by bus yesterday into New York City, I saw the sky to the
south appearing the way it does here. I took out my camera, but the frame was
bisected by a red line. This is what
comes from shooting into the sun: a spoiled picture, I thought. Then, a
second later: Oh, what the hell…
Sometimes, what follows “what the hell” really does
work out for the best--or at least better than expected. Or so it did yesterday, on the fabled Hudson River….
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