Myers Park at sunrise, Gloversville
Day 26 returns to Myers Park in Gloversville for a cold, clear sunrise.
This corner of town carries a personal connection—my father and stepmother “adopted” this park for a period, tending the garden beds and looking after the historic hilltop gazebo. Catching it early in the morning light, a hard frost still silvered the grass under long morning shadows as the sun burst through the late-season oak canopy. High above in the crisp blue sky, a pale waning moon lingered over the evergreens, keeping quiet watch over the grounds.