Rainy Day on the Ohio River in Newport Kentucky.
On our anniversary evening, this is the scene that confronted us as we made our way to the restaurant we chose for our meal. There was some back-up in the reservations and not enough room inside the waiting area so we took our black notifier with lights and buzzer next door to Barnes and Noble bookstore--where we can always spend a few minutes.
The cold appearance in the photo disguises the fact that it was 85 degrees at 7:00 p.m. We had an umbrella but no jackets. People were walking around in tee-shirts and shorts, most content to just enjoy the warm rain.
After the meal I took a photo of the rain-washed Marlin sculpture outside Mitchell's Fish Market where we ate. The impending sunset was so inviting that we ambled back over the gray bridge to the downtown area. On the walk back we were glad we weren't in a bus as the Tim McGraw/Faith Hill concert was just letting out and the traffic was horrendous.
As we walked along under the highway fly-overs a man said hello and asked if we'd enjoyed the concert. Bob, who loves to talk to anyone, responded and began talking about how Cincinnati had grown and changed since he used to fly there. This conversation morphed into baseball, the Reds, Pete Rose etc. Finally Bob asked what the man did in Cincinnati. "Me, I'm a street person these days." he said, pointing to the jar in his hand which held a few bills. He didn't ask us for anything, just shook his head and said, "Thanks for the conversation. It's good to remember the good times." I know there was a story there. I wanted to grab my pen and journal and sit him down right then and there for an interview, but of course the timing, place and opportunity did not mesh.
This last photo was taken earlier in the day. I love the lines of the curvilinear steps, the angle of the flags and the first arch of the yellow bridge.
All in all a great experience in Cincinnati.