The Bridge

I think there was no mistake fotoboy and myself ended up at a Bridge to start our search to photograph Inspiration. Our initial plan was to go to a Cemetary fotoboy had driven past a few times, but when we walked the grounds, it spoke to neither of us. I had remembered a bridge on the way to the north end of I 5 via a back road from where I live. We decided to check it out. Without much thought, out of the car we left and walked towards a relatively small and ancient, but working bridge. I like the idea that our first foray ended up being a bridge. Just like Sonny Rollins, back in 1959 when he took a number of self imposed exiles to study Eastern Philosophies and practice his art at the Williamsburg Bridge in NYC, he again found his voice. The bridge spanning 2 lands enabling one to cross to the other side has much symbolic meaning...