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There are few places as evocative as the Hudson River Valley. The Hudson is a mighty river, a rival to the Mississippi in width and power, with amazing highlands that stretch along its banks. I found myself late one afternoon atop the hill in Sleepy Hollow Cemetery, noticing the sun was almost gone, and remembered that I wanted a shot of the sunset over the river. My original plan was to drive up to the overlook on Bear Mountain, but it seems I’m forever tarrying in Sleepy Hollow. So as I raced up Route 9, I remembered the tiny park along the river in the village of Scarborough, and found myself wending my way to it. The wind was fierce that day, and the waves were nearly crashing against the stones of the shore, but I managed to snap a few shots before racing back to the car to warm my freezing fingers. I was fiddling with my phone, probably trying to set the GPS, without which I could never find my way through New York City to my home on Long Island, when I happened to glance up and notice the sky appeared to be on fire. Grabbing my camera, I dashed from the car, scrambled up the bank and managed to grab a half dozen shots before the fire in the sky burned away as quickly as it had come, leaving the night rising to meet the fading light.










