Rolling down the river

Yesterday, some of the moisture blowing in off the Gulf was hanging around the tops of the buildings downtown fog-like. The scene reminded me of how surreal the Mississippi River gets in the fall and spring as cool temperatures blow in and form a fog that literally rolls down the Mississippi.

That reminded me of this shot from April that I never got around to posting. It was one of those cool mornings. As the fog rolled down, it would climb up the sides of the levees and work its way into the city. You can see it here trying to climb into the port warehouses at the bottom of the French Quarter.

Kind of like one of the movies where the fog rolls off the moors and brings the werewolf to town. Except that the warm colors of the morning sun keep it from looking too sinister.

-- steve buser

A couple of soul-full shots to recommend to you today:

Faith -- Not By a Long Shot
Prayer -- Dreaming in Metaphors