It reminds me of Great Expectations, the scene where Pip tries to smuggle Magwitch out of England. Such a beautiful sight yet there’s that daunting feeling that something is going to happen at that very moment. That a horse carriage is going to pull up and drop of a lady in a black cloak that flies as she quickly walks to the bridge to meet a secret person (her lover?) or drop a parcel of. Then, she turns her bonnet head both directions before returning to the carriage. And the carriage which is also black by the way turns at a bend ahead and disappears and all that is left is the eery tranquility and apprehension heralding of another great moment when the unknown completes the transaction.
The picture speaks of the desolate countryside. And the mist calls for caution in the future. What is beyond that bridge, pure blankness, whiteness and muffling of the danger in the future. Or maybe its just for one to fill up.
“Sob, heavy world Sob as you spin, Mantled in mist Remote from the happy.” W. H. Auden
