Three men on a putt-putt raft on the Gowanus this morning strangely brought to mind George Caleb Bingham's Fur Traders Descending the Missouri of 1845, which hangs in the Met. Bingham's original title was "Fur-Trader--Half Breed Son." I always thought that was cat there on the prow. Turns out to be a bear cub!
This mizzling weather brings out the bright green of the lichen on the trees. I won’t even attempt to reproduce that color, nearly glowing against the dark wet bark. Air pollution is evidently particularly rough on lichens, so we don’t have that much in the city, but walking up Union Street on the long slope of Harbor Hill moraine, it was calling out to me as emeralds of the eye.