Nothing quite says “harbor” like a foghorn. This freakishly warm December has been producing intense fogs in the archipelago of New York City. Up here on the Harbor Hill Moraine, visibility has often been reduced to less than an avenue block away. It’s just about an avenue now as I write; a large antenna on the corner of 40th and 5th Ave is my marker of that distance. The harbor, six avenues away, is completely shrouded, represented only by the long boom of the occasional foghorn. At just after 6 this morning, a very loud horn repeatedly boomed. I assume it was one of those appalling, floating environmental crimes known as cruise ships.
For these photos from the other day, I was down at Bush Terminal Park. It cleared rapidly after these shots, but the uphill cloud — fog is basically a cloud at ground level — settled on the apartment surrounds well into the afternoon.
Backyard and Beyond 
Quite a contrast to previous winter scenes of severe NY snow storms. Your fog shrouded shots have cast a rather eerie atmosphere.
In 22 years of NYC life, I can’t ever recall so many days of thick fog.
I’ve been here 49 years, Matthew, and I can’t remember so many thick-fog days either. I love the pictures – I was too lazy to get out with my camera.