My life is ruled by the seasons of the weather. Sometime I dig dirt. Other times I dig art!
Thursday, April 27, 2017
Covered Bridge in Town
This is before the city's PROGRESS plans. It used to be a momentary pleasure to drive across the bridge, especially when as a young innocent child. Then in time that was stopped; they have these gaudy, painted yellow steel blockades at each end with big STOP! signs, as if those metal barricades isn't enough to deter one to brake quickly.
What that wooden frame was for I don't know. It's not there now. Neither is that view of rushing ripples you see.
Progress - I miss the yesterdays. I despair with the rush of progress.