'Oh, Foggy Morn!'

Oh Foggy Morn
one hour before dawn.
Eerily still, cloaked within a big white tent
Shapes creep through, stifily
Oh, shroud, you, who shall not relent...


Not most people's idea of a fun way of starting (or ending!) their Sunday (Saturday)....

Spuddling in the very floodable (these parts were underwater for at least two months last year) River Avon floodplain, I'm perched on a "bridge", which is as far removed from that fine old stone wonder in the previous Blip.

LARGE

This concoction of planks on scaffolding sways precariously when you step on it. I'm sure it sways precariously also when you don't...

It isn't wide enough for the tripod to be fully splayed out and the bust up chicken-wire netting on top provides the only grip. So, tripod haunched up like a trussed chicken (?) and one not moving an inch so as to not inject movement during the exposures.

The recent rain has certainly added the to the water levels here. I just really liked how the faint orange glows from streetlamps bleed through like blotting paper through the rather gorgeous cobalt blue pre-dawn 'blue-hour'.

Had to get the moon in, again, didn't I? For the last time, this time round so good to have it hanging over such a lyrical landscape. And my poem is supposed to be folky and all that, even if it is anything but!

Lens is Nikkor D 17-35mm f2.8

Thanks to ALL to helped get the old bridge in moonlight Blip right up to the #3 slot in the Spotlights. You are magical, all of you!