“Just like the days, no two sunrises are ever the same.”~Jonothan P. Lamas

This weekend I attended a family wedding in a small town that sits near the Hudson River in Westchester New York. The drive there is always pleasant as I usually choose to take the Bear Mountain Bridge, a bridge which offers one of the most scenic and personal views of the Hudson (in my opinion anyway). The twisty, turny ride down on the Bear Mountain Parkway offers some of the most spectacular views. I highly recommend a day trip if you have the time. As I checked into my hotel, an otherwise simple Holiday Inn Express, I couldn't help but notice small park across the street. The park sat right on the edge of the Hudson River. I made mental note to take a moment the following morning to check it out when I had time (as I had to rush off to the wedding).

The following morning I woke to the dim light of daybreak. Since my room had a window overlooking the park I took a peek out of the window only to see the early morning mist completely covering and rising off the river like a pot of boiling water. I glanced at the clock and realized I had a mere 10 minutes before official sunrise. I quickly got dressed, put some fresh memory cards into my camera and headed across the street. There were already a few cars in the parking lot, most likely runners as those are typically the people at parks at this hour.

As I walked along the path, the view in front of me was awe-inspiring. Not only was the mist a stunning sight, but as I turned a corner I saw the most beautiful pier jutting out into the river. I looked around and wondered how there could be nobody else there to take in this amazing sight. I stood silent, not even taking a photograph, I just wanted to soak it all in. After a few minutes I did see two elderly gentleman walking at a somewhat brisk pace heading my way. I started taking photographs and eventually they passed me with gentle smiles and a bright "Good Morning". The one thing I love about sunrises is the people. Whether out to exercise, work or walk their dog, for some reason these folks are often very happy, pleasant people. I never get as many genuine smiles and greetings any other time of day as I do at dawn!

I watched the men walk past me and onto the pier and I slowly followed. By the time I reached the pier the sun had begun its assent into the sky. The light was coming over the horizon brightening the water and mist in front of me. I walked, slowly taking photos of the river and surroundings. When I reached the end of the pier I noticed that above the mist, between the crevice of the mountain valley, way off in the distance I could see the tip of the Bear Mountain Bridge peeking out. Breathtaking, really.

The pier itself was somewhat worn. The pier, named "Fleischmann Pier", was named such in 2003 after the Fleishchmann company which was one of the city's most important businesses in the 1900s. You can read more about the history HERE. It's quite interesting.

The very end of the pier was blocked off, as I assume it probably wasn't safe any longer. I stayed at the end of the pier for quite some time just watching the water pass and the mist & sun rise.

As I walked back there was a new person on to the pier. He stopped at a rope and began pulling. I crabber I assumed.

I continued my walk and as I neared him I was greeted once again with a warm, "Good Morning!". This time I stopped to chat as I was interested in what he was doing. He told me that he was indeed crabbing, but as he pulled his second empty trap out of the water, told me that it was the end of the season and he really wasn't expecting much. We chatted a few more minutes and I wished him luck as I continued back to the park.

I stopped a bit up the path and turned to snap a few pictures of him casting his trap. I don't know what it is about fisherman, early mornings and photos but I can't resist the story telling images the mix produces. Nestled in the river inlet was a marina. I suppose these sailboats will soon be removed from the water as winter approaches.