Freezing Fog – Watercolour
Dalmahoy Road this morning as fog descended over everything. Quite hard to do but I hope you get a flavour of our winter so far
Freezing Fog – Watercolour
Dalmahoy Road this morning as fog descended over everything. Quite hard to do but I hope you get a flavour of our winter so far
Moon on a foggy night – Ink
Following on from the previous post, this is the sort of weather we can expect when it is cold and the winds are light and from the east. Again this was done a few weeks ago and have just gotten around to posting it.
The second plague – Watercolour
After yesterday’s “Ziza Rain” we now have fog. This was how it looked, here (almost – I found this quite hard to paint) which makes me wonder what is next in store. Its a wee bit early for snow but you never know with our climate. Perhaps more thunder and lightning? Now that would be a challenge.
Forth Bridge in Fog – Black ink washes in a Watercolour Moleskine
This is the second time I’ve visited South Queensferry recently. I was there at the start of last week to make a small video
and didn’t visage a return trip so quickly as the place is about eight miles from my house. However, as I drove out of our village this morning, I saw that the River Forth, and the two bridges, were lying in a carpet of dense mist, rather like the scenes reminiscent of the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco. I just had to nip down for a quick sketch. When I got closer all that could be seen was the tops of the structures piercing through the mist. Then everything vanished but when I got to the actual bridge itself I was underneath the “cloud”. Totally weird and my sketch does not do this justice.
The Forth is infamous for its dense fogs which can sweep in from the North Sea and can be a real nuisance, even in the height of summer. There is a famous tale concerning a squadron of RAF Bi-planes, in the 1930′s getting lost, in thick fog, while flying up the east coast of England towards Scotland. The leader decided to fly for a set number of minutes then turn left on a heading which should have taken the aircraft towards Glasgow on Scotland’s west side. As the planes flew quietly along the mist suddenly cleared and the planes emerged, flying in between the cantilevers of this bridge. A few feet either way and a catastrophe would have happened. I bet there were a few shaken pilots that day.