Fog (now where did this come from?). Or Gimme Shelter (roll them Stones). The old stone shelter at Red Haw State Park: 1:30 p.m. on Sunday, Sept. 19, 2010.
This is the second of two consecutive days of gray skies here, but the fog is new --- settling down after church and lunch like the proverbial blanket. What could be seen in other circumstances would be the lake surrounding the bluff upon which this souvenir of the 1930s and the WPA stands.
The little white paper dangling from the door stated that the shelter was reserved today, but no sign of the reservers. Perhaps the weather discouraged them; perhaps they're coming later. Even on a day like today, neither hot nor cold, the shelter is a good place to gather --- especially if there's a roaring fire in that wonderful fireplace in the north wall. Over the years every type of occasion under the sun has been observed here: Family reunions, picnics, business meetings, church services, wiccan gatherings, funerals. You name it, those old stone walls have seen it.
Orbs? Oh come now. I'm not sure what the flash was bouncing off of in the rafters. There are fanciful folks out there who would call them "orbs," souvenirs of a previous life form. Don't buy into that. Sorry. But if you want to, feel free.