We walked down by the Savannah River.
on the way, there was a railroad track and trestle.
I love the rust and age. It tells me a story.
I have a lot of weird fears.. like bridges.. water... boats...
so looking at these photos lately it is so odd that I take so many photos of bridges.. and water.
I do think they are lovely.
I like to view them from the land
I just don't really enjoy being on them...
I am pretty sure that this train was not running...
(well I will tell myself that anyway)
Because I was actually laying on the track to get these pictures.
(okay, bridges scare me, yet I am not scared to lie upon a train track
What is wrong with this picture????)
A little sense of danger makes for a good photograph
I always say.
(okay its the first time I have ever said that....)
But people have told me I will probably die taking a picture...
and Here is the Plus One. I really just liked this last one. So
I threw it in for your viewing pleasure.
it was actually in Savannah.... and we were passing a shop.
and I looked into the window and saw this beautiful mirror
reflecting the outdoors.
its me looking in looking out.