…when mist descends properly over a town. Not visually, of course, but the familiar sounds of everyday suddenly take on a sinister air, echoing out of the mist towards you and filling your mind with uncomfortable thoughts.
These pictures were taken back in March, when the fog filled the street outside my window and broke me from my writing routine. I HAD to get out and mooch around in it. I saddled up Trigger, and here’s what we found….
St Walburge’s Church Spire, disappearing into the mist. At 309 ft tall, it’s the tallest parish church in the UK.
Moor Park, facing south. Love the mistery here.
Preston Marina, at a standstill. Is Lake Erie this eerie? I’ve never been.
Check out this handsome fella. I swear, he stopped to pose for me.
Preston Marina again. I was struck by the effect of the rope in the water. Added a nice surreal effect.
Railway workers shrouded in mist. you can hear ’em, but you can’t see ’em.
What the Earl of Derby sees. If you know where this is, you’ll know what I mean.
And finally, Avenham Park’s Chinese garden. The mist brought the colours out, at last.
When I got home, I put the Frank Darabont’s The Mist on, and kicked my pants over the arm of the couch, figuring I’d get ‘em off before it scared ‘em off. Just as well I did.
S.
