biking on the black bridge
bits of blue between the clouds
soft breezes from the river
my son and I watch the barge below–
this moment beautifully burned into my memory
A memory
biking on the black bridge
bits of blue between the clouds
soft breezes from the river
my son and I watch the barge below–
this moment beautifully burned into my memory
spanishwoods 
Nice. I had not thought of the metal railings on a bridge as being an interesting photography subject. They are here.
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Thank you! It’s always fun to see things from another’s perspective, isn’t it?
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Lovely gem of a poem in an exquisite photographic setting! Both are “Best of Show”! ❤
Ron
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