Self-Portrait.

On the way to photograph my friend Tim and his friend Mark rock climbing at Farley Ledge, I stopped at the French King bridge, route 2’s transit of the Connecticut river.  It’s an iconic structure, impossibly tall for these parts,elegant to the casual passer-by, terminal to those so inclined, and there have been many.

I stopped to photograph passing pleasure boats (my ex and younger daughter being among the river’s guests on this day) and got nothing worth sharing, though of course I still will:

…this being a shot of a kayaker about to brave the wake of a fast moving pleasure boat which appears not to care a whit about its impact on the world around it.  Shore erosion as a result of speed-induced wakes is a major concern on this stretch of the river, as is the impact of power boats on human-powered watercraft.

And as I hung out waiting for photo ops I noticed my own silhouette on the river’s surface far below, and snapped this image:

…See me there?  I’m leaning over the bridge rail, and made a bump on its shadow.

Anyway, I was on my way to photograph some friends rock climbing, so that will get posted next, or at least soon.