Moods of the Mountain #2

This morning, when the sun finally thought about getting up around 7:30, the view from my balcony revealed a classic Bridgewater Jerry. This time the fog was flowing on top of the Derwent River, restricted between its banks and just high enough to reach the top of the bridge, which meant that from my place the Mountain easily loomed over the mist. The photo has been added to the mountain moods collection.

Driving across the bridge was an exercise in faith (not least because once upon a time a boat knocked a huge gap in it), since you embarked into the fog, got a peek at the sky from the top of the bridge, and then finally emerged into daylight again on the western shore.

Tonight I left work early enough that there was still sufficient light to go for a stroll along the foreshore path at Montagu Bay. I am trying to go for a half-hour walk each day, because I spend far too much time sitting and my exercise regime — apart from this — is non-existent. As I reached my turn-around point there was a jetty I don’t recall noticing before, and it made a very effective silhouette in front of the illuminated bridge in the dusk light. Since I had my little camera with me, you get a bonus photo.

(For those of you unfamiliar with Hobart, the Mountain is to the left of the bridge in the photo below, while it is the other way around for the photo above. As far as the photo below is concerned, my house is beyond the bridge on the far right, i.e., further up river.)