St Johns Bridge, one foggy morning
I figured I was past due for another post of this bridge. This was taken on a foggy morning some time last year. I think fog really is my favorite weather for this bridge (though I am eagerly awaiting the next big lightning and thunder storm we have to try and get some storm shots). I think this bridge's size and grandeur, coupled with being able to get across it and under it, and just so close to it, really transforms this bridge in foggy weather. It is something else to walk across this in pea soup fog, and not be able to see from tower to tower, let alone the river beneath the bridge, or for that matter, the city surrounding it. Coupled with the fact that on the right day, with traffic low enough, you can feel quite isolated up there, in a good way. It has such a mysterious feel to it.
Then when you go under the bridge, down to Cathedral Park, the bridge looms up over you, her gothic arches disappearing overhead into the fog, this bridge feels even more otherworldly.
I guess that is sort of why I like this particular shot. It feels like the bridge is receding off into some other mysterious dimension, anchored in this one by the thick support cables stretching into the frame.
I enjoy summer and the blue skies and the sun, but I do look forward to those gray, drizzly, foggy Fall and Winter mornings too.