I started my day in White Plains with the usual grande cup and upon returning to my vehicle I could swear I was being watched. Holy Alfred Hitchcock!!! So it was one of those days and the only theme that came through my shooting was Vast Numbers; of pigeons, leaves and boats. And as it turns out shots. I'll cut the number of Post to 2 until this one passes through. The leaves are in Ryebrook where the Central American Labor Force is doing its seasonal thing. While my brothers labored intensively, I was sweating it out taking readings along this stream in Rye and waterway in Portchester. Its a tough job but somebody's got to do it.