incongruity

Yesterday in the late afternoon I drove to Fairway with Y. We had two goals: to walk along the water and look at the light, and to buy food. Obviously we would do the former first. The clouds were rolling in and the sky was dramatic; the intriguing sort of Red Hook decay blends with the self-consciously urbane Fairway shoppers. The store has opened a very nice café where you can buy sandwiches and pastries and coffee and the like and go sit overlooking the harbor.

Walking away from Fairway and down a little narrow passage between two buildings we found this inlet and swimming in it a beautiful swan. Y walked toward him/her (?) to get a good picture but he/she hissed in anger. Swans are quite fierce, and quite amazing to look at.