I've been feeling a little under the weather the past couple of weeks. Or maybe I've just been feeling my age. Around the time I turned 60, I had to give up climbing trees to get good pictures of boats. Climbing up wasn't so bad. Coming back down was. About a year before that, my youngest son told me I was too old to climb up on guardrail posts. And today I remembered why I gave up climbing on rocks and riprap earlier this year. My sense of balance just ain't what it used to be.
But I didn't want people to forget I'm here, so I dug into my archives and found this photo from May 24. It was a Crouse boat pulling out of Kenova WV at sunset. You have to love that golden hour light. Here are two edits. One is color and one is monochrome. I like them both.
I hope to make a trip or two to the river this week and maybe get some new pics, my body and my schedule willing.
