Skip to content

Posts tagged ‘Fog’

Apr 4

18 Comments

They shoot horses, don’t they?

Actually, I sincerely hope they don’t.  But this camera-shot horse skittering in the thick fog in the Chataignerie de Cantal last Autumn rather fits the prompt, blur in a way that pleases me.  Sitting, as we have been, seemingly for a life-time (though in reality just for a few days) in persistent drizzle and mizzle, the picture also serves to remind me that it is not always sunshine that enhances, but that mist and cloud shrouds can provide a mysterious glamour all of their own.

DSCF9852

PS:  On the eve of Easter, I have to hope that the Bunny won’t get lost in the fog, nor the Bells take a wrong turn in the obscuring mist for that would be a catastrophe, indeed.  Bonne Pâques a tous mes amies!

Mar 4

9 Comments

Bows and flows of Angels hair ….

DSCF1248The weather recently has been a roller-coaster so it was no surprise that driving to Grenoble yesterday, setting off before dawn that it was in fog reminiscent of a threadbare coat … thick in places, worn so thin that you can almost see through it in others.  Headlights are difficult in such conditions … the light bounces back at you if they are lifted but doesn’t give much help when dipped and other peoples, particularly the lorries that are sharing the road at that silly hour of the morning are distracting and tiring on eyes that are still struggling to come to terms with working efficiently when they should still be shut in slumber.  The drive winds perpetually and scales up and down the steep gorges.  I won’t deny that I was ragged when we got to Polignac, and my reward felt just … the fortress sitting on its rocky table rising out of the feather mattress of softest white clouds below it was spectacular.  I thought of Joni Mitchell as she looked at clouds from up and down and wondered if she had ever seen this ice-cream castle in the air.  She should.  It is heavenly.   Reward, by the way, is the title of the Daily Press photo challenge this week … you can see all the other interpretations here

PS:  It’s a standing joke between HB² and I that whenever I take the wheel on a long journey the weather conspires against me.  Two Brains drove the second half of the journey down in bright sunshine and on the way back last night the sky was clear.  Until Brioude when we swapped and the fog engulfed me and only lifted for the sky to spit hail-stones that bounced on the road like a shower of polystyrene balls.