Through The Fog And To The River We Go

It was a foggy morning at the Wangunk Meadows along the Connecticut River in Portland. 

The fog slowly dissipated as the sun peaked through and reflected off of a spider web.  

Birds like this Lincoln Sparrow seemed to descend from the sky and land in bushes right in front of me.

By the time I reached the Connecticut River the fog was mostly gone. That is Gildersleeve Island on the other side. It's a popular place for Bald Eagles to nest during the winter.