Überseebrücke at dawn in the fog
It was a mystical mood this morning. The harbor of Hamburg lay in dense fog and there was no wind. Hardly a car or a passing ship disturbed the quietness that I had when I roamed the new waterfront promenade at the Baumwall. With this fog, I was drawn out to the overseas bridge. Arrived down on the pontoon, I hardly could see the river.
In the light of the lanterns on the pontoon the yellow cleats stood out and behind them the Duckdalben. Nothing was to be seen of the Elbe, only an occasional chortle to hear.
Minimalistic my image — you can hardly see the river this way.