EVEN MORE MIST

today. Cheerfully I walked down into the valley, why not try to make a mysterious picture of the mist? Perhaps I could take a picture of the little hut again, showing the other side, seen from the road along the river. In february 2011 I had stood there and took a picture for blip.
The striking fact that one part of my picture of yesterday showed a green meadow and the other part was covered with frost, was due to the fact that the north side of the hill stays all day cold and the little hut is build on the south side, where it is warmer even when the sun does not shine.
I stopped for some minutes on the embarkment where all the ducks had landed and seemed to be in sleep. When I gave them the pieces of bread they were awake in a second and the swan pair came swimming across the river to have their share.
No wonder my pictures of the hut were rubbish, in this weather it was too far away for a nice mysterious picture.
I had walked in the morning because in the afternoon we would go to the Therme, soak in the salt water and lay lazily in the imitated cave, full of lights that change every 5 minutes of colour, the colours of the rainbow. In earlier times there had been a paper where one could read what the colours ment but it had disappeared, the soft music is still there and no one says a word, or very softly one or two.

My haiku:

Like bigger children
The grown-ups float in salted
Water, body-warm

And the proverb:

Water is the eye of a landscape.

1902-04 in V.S. Lean, Collectanea.