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London Fog and a Morning Walk - Little Observationist
I woke up early. Far too early even for a normal working day. The sun was just inching its way into the day. Through the kitchen window, the Magnolia tree I can normally see clearly was shrouded in fog. With plenty of time to spare, I grabbed my camera and headed outside for a walk down to the river Thames. I thought I’d stand at the bottom of Prince Albert Bridge, a five-minute walk, and take a few photos. But I was mesmerized by the way the thick fog obscured the view most everything. Even the park on the other side of the bride was a mystery. London mornings are often faded by fog, but most days it lifts before I leave the house. That day, it was thick and persistent. Charles Dickens writes in Bleak House: Fog everywhere. Fog up the river, where it flows among green aits and meadows; fog down the river, where it rolls defiled among the tiers of shipping and the waterside pollutions of a great (and dirty) city. …Fog lying out on the yards, and hovering in the rigging of great ships; fog drooping on the gunwales of barges and small boats. Fog in the eyes and throats of ancient …