In March 2013, I took a series of pictures during an early morning run along the Ohio River.
Timing my run across the Clay Wade Bailey Bridge as the sun began to rise to the east was completely incidental.
The scene of sunlight piercing dense fog as it rose like ghosts from the river into the crisp morning air stopped me midway across the span. With no one else around, I reached for my iPhone to capture the moment.
I heard the barge behind me as it chugged against the river’s current. I waited for it to pass under the bridge.
I watched the barge cut like a knife through the fog, making its way east toward the John A. Roebling Bridge.
I then filled my lungs with cool air, exhaled and continued my morning run at peace with myself in the world.