In winter, I am usually driving to work as the sun is coming up. Some mornings are so beautiful that I want to stop the car and take photos.
This morning I didn’t have to be at work.
I wanted to capture the pink haze above the horizon, which was reflected in the clouds above. There is lilac, pink, apricot…
I got drawn in to the texture of this gate post, with the brambles and the eerie mist.
I wondered if I might find mist coming off the river, further down the road. I spot it when I’m driving, but it is always a stolen look, on a fast stretch of road. I picked my way over the verge.
This scene brings to mind Charles Dickens’ Great Expectations, when Pip is stealing over the marshes:
It was a rimy morning, and very damp. I had seen the damp lying on the outside of my little window, as if some goblin had been crying there all night, and using the window for a pocket-handkerchief. Now, I saw the damp lying on the bare hedges and spare grass, like a coarser sort of spiders’ webs; hanging itself from twig to twig and blade to blade. On every rail and gate, wet lay clammy; and the marsh-mist was so thick, that the wooden finger on the post directing people to our village – a direction which they never accepted, for they never came there – was invisible to me until I was quite close under it. Then, as I looked up at it, while it dripped, it seemed to my oppressed conscience like a phantom devoting me to the Hulks.Charles Dickens Great Expectations Chapter 2
Mist simultaneously closes in, and creates distance. It disorientates, and makes the landscape appear what it is not. Islands appear in a sea of mist, and flocks of birds start out of nowhere.
This sea-rimed creature reared up from the murky depths, and tried to grab me by the ankles.
There was a meadow of ghostly teasels…
The light had a dream-like quality. I was mesmerised.
The sun popped up from beyond the horizon, and I came to my senses.
Others were not so lucky. There were sea-wrecks and carcasses of long-forgotten beasts.
Then I saw a pearly glimmer on the higher ground. And this gave me another idea…
Join me in my next post for my further adventures in mist. It is going to be magical!
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