It was cold last Saturday: so very cold: -45° cold with the wind chill as a matter of fact — pretty much in either scale. We were on our way to a birthday bash; I took a back route, crossed this bridge, and noticed all of the mist. Since I had my camera in the car, I backtracked, got out, and snapped a few very quick pics — too darn cold to linger.
This is the town's little bridge over our Mississippi River (not THAT Mississippi River). It has a name, but I don't know it right now. Next time I must read the plaque that is visible near the bottom on the photo. But my eyeballs would have frozen that day.
I did venture onto the bridge and shot a few photos looking upriver with the old railway bridge in the frame. The mist was very heavy that way.