Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Clambering in the Fog

Clamber: intransitive verb:  to climb awkwardly (as by scrambling) 
    A weekend respite from frigid temperatures brought fog to my town, creeping in on its Sandburgian little cat feet. I grabbed a camera and went down to the Rum River—always picturesque—and found that it had become even more so in the mist:

   To obtain an unobscured view I had to climb down an icy, rocky riverbank—in the dark. I really should have been wearing a helmet; I could have fallen on my head and knocked myself out. I wouldn't have been discovered until spring!

   The Giddings Gazebo looked especially menacing in the mist:

   And the view from the top of the bridge was eerily inspiring:

By Professor Batty


Blogger Jono said...

There is an air of mystery about a river moving through the fog. Sounds like a setting for potential eeriness or downright evil.

Blogger Professor Batty said...

I could have been murdered, with no trace left behind…

Blogger Mary said...

It looks too cold for the murderers to be out and about. Nice pix!

Blogger Professor Batty said...

It was actually a warm spell!

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