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Rolling Patriotism

I love Harleys or, as they are affectionately called, Hogs.  The reason I love them is not what you are probably thinking.  I like quiet so I am not a fan of that trademark raspy, rumbling voice of theirs.  In fact, I find it particularly obnoxious and so find myself covering my ears whenever they breeze past me .  Nor do I yearn to feel the freedom of riding down country backroads with 500 plus pounds of steel between my legs and the wind in my face.  No.  I love Harley Davidsons because they are a slice of pure Americana and have their own place as an art form indigenous to the United States.  Whether you are a motorcycle lover or not, you have to admire the detail, the passion, and the craftsmanship that go into making each Hog as unique as the rider that mounts it.  They can be downright stunning.  I found one such Harley at a small antique car show in a small town in New Jersey just begging to be photographed.

On a Foggy Hudson River Pier

Piermont is a picturesque village that hugs the Hudson River in Rockland County, New York and charms just about everyone that visits it.  It lies a little over twenty miles north of New York City and is home to restaurants, quaint shops, a modest population, and scores of weekenders that come to enjoy the slow pace of this rivertown.  It is one of the hidden gems you can find along the Hudson River.

Piermont is well known for its one mile long pier that juts out into the Hudson River.  It was built back in 1841 and was originally used as an eastern terminus for the Erie Railroad.  Walking the pier is one of my favorite past-times and, once the weather turns warm, I can often be found there on Sunday afternoons.  It is the only place that I know of where I can hear the shush, shush, shush of surf breaking on land without having to travel to the New Jersey shore (which is well over an hour away for me).

The pictures below were taken at various points from along the pier.  It had been raining for the entire day last Sunday.  So, when the clouds were wrung dry, and with a heavy fog having settled in, I set out with my camera to take my favorite stroll.