Mount Washington and valley, winter, driving back from Montreal and insisting to stop to photograph clouds, light, mountains, snow, general barrenness.

Further proof this morning that we’ve entered the Season of Broken Thermometers and the Disbelieving Thermometer Watchers.

Going through the pictures, trying to organize, and still I have amazing memories (and some okay photos) of the shipping traffic of the Bosporus, stuff moving past Istanbul to and from the Black Sea and the Sea of Marmara.

Here’s one showing ferries, tankers, and to the left on the horizon Maiden’s Tower, where Hero and Leander met, and where a James Bond villain (or more?) set up a base-of-operations.

I’ve always liked the way the light looks coming through the pleated window shade in the early morning.