Another Another Foggy Night

Again, a dense fog settled over the city like a weighted blanket. I gathered the camera and tripod and hurried out to take a few pictures. This time I went back by the Arkansas Museum of Fine Arts in MacArthur Park, and tried to get a few pictures of it reflected in a large rain puddle. I was concentrating on getting the shot composed and in-focus when I was startled by a voice. It said something about an emergency call and assistance needed. It sounded like it was someone talking right by me, and I looked around to see if maybe a museum security guard was walking by. But the museum was closed, and no one was around. Then I realized the voice was from a nearby fire station, across the park. Even if the fog was cutting down on visibility, it seemed like it was amplifying the sound. Very quickly the station doors opened up and a fire truck raced out. Then a quiet settled back over the park, nearly as thick as the fog.







I walked over to the old Little Rock Arsenal building, which was built in the 1840s and is one of the oldest buildings in the city.



There are a few concrete benches here, that are really large slabs. But they had a slim layer of rainwater collected on top, and I tried to get the tripod set low enough to get a good picture. And in my struggle with the tripod, I managed to break it. Like somehow snapped off one of the legs. Whoops. But I managed to still get some sort of shot out of it by just resting the camera on the slab. Which if I had done first then the tripod would be in one piece. Oh well.



And there were a few of those slabs in front of the Art Museum, so I tried to get a similar shot.



I went back to the car with my new two-legged tripod (bi-pod?), and hurried home. Luckily I had saved an old tripod for emergencies, and found it in the garage. I turned around and then went back out into the fog. This was the view of the Junction Bridge in Riverfront Park:





And then the view from the top of the bridge (which is right by the elevator). The end of the bridge disappears into the mist, and you can just barely make out the USS Razorback submarine.









From the bridge, I walked through the park and got a picture of the lights on the Main Street Bridge from a small structure called The Belvedere. I'm assuming it's named after the TV show Mr. Belvedere?



And then from there I walked over to the top of a nearby parking deck, which has a nice view from the top that looks down on the River Market and President Clinton Avenue. This is usually one of the busier parts of town, but it was pretty calm and quiet that night.



It was starting to get late so I needed to head home, but I made one last stop at the State Capitol. Luckily the new camera has weatherproofing, since it was pretty much sitting right on top of this puddle.