Images of Fog, Tall Ships, Masts and Rigging in Bristol Harbour
End of November and the weather is wonderful and weird. The long tail of summer has stretched in bringing bright sunny days, not too much rain, and moments of pure Cthulhu Mythos and spookiness. The fog rolled in… I’d been at a local cafe, working on some new stories, headphones on, face buried in my work. When I’d arrived there earlier it had been a nice clear morning. Looking up, it was like this. I went for a walk in it. Blissto. Snapped some really atmospheric shots.
Mr. Machen: “Eleven fifty-five, almost midnight. Enough time for one more story. One more story before twelve o’clock, just to keep us warm. In five minutes, it will be the 21st of April. One hundred years ago on the 21st of April, out in the waters around Spivey Point, a small clipper ship drew toward land. Suddenly, out of the night, the fog rolled in. For a moment, they could see nothing, not a foot in front of them. Then, they saw a light. By God, it was a fire burning on the shore, strong enough to penetrate the swirling mist. They steered a course toward the light. But it was a campfire, like this one. The ship crashed against the rocks, the hull sheared in two, mars snapped like a twig. The wreckage sank, with all the men aboard. At the bottom of the sea, lay the Elizabeth Dane, with her crew, their lungs filled with salt water, their eyes open, staring to the darkness. And above, as suddenly as it come, the fog lifted, receded back across the ocean and never came again. But it is told by the fishermen, and their fathers and grandfathers, that when the fog returns to Antonio Bay, the men at the bottom of the sea, out in the water by Spivey Point will rise up and search for the campfire that led them to their dark, icy death.”
[bells ring distantly]
– Scene from The Fog (1980)
There is something about tall ships in fog, the aspect of masts and rigging as they emerge with lashings of geometry through the murk, the muffled tinkle of metal components and the slap of water on wood. It’s eerie. Also takes me back to my earlier teens and watching the John Carpenter movie The Fog (1980). This movie, like Salem’s Lot, had a massive influence on my young imagination. So much so that when I was in California I took time out to track down the amazing lighthouse that appears in it – what a journey! Worth it though: https://davidjrodger.wordpress.com/2010/10/09/tracking-down-the-fog-john-carpenter-1980/
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