In the downpouring of Saturday we drove out of the Old Stone House at Hurley and headed down to New Paltz, to look for leaves in the rain. It was wet. About ten seconds before taking the picture above, near Esopus, I tripped, and slipped down an embankment and went sliding on my face in the mud. Let's just say that my white corduroys are no more.
Below, we drove down the small and winding Trapps Road, in the Shawangunk Mountains in the Minnewaska State Park, looking for a covered bridge that we never found. In the mist the woods were saturated with colour.
Near a ramshackle house we passed two goats and two wet sheep on leashes, browsing on the forest floor.
We returned the next day, in high blue sky and sunlight, to find the effect of the mist to have been entirely more beautiful.