There's this one old wooden bridge that I love spotting on my drives to Seymour. It makes up one of my countdown landmarks.* I always mean to stop there and just absorb it. I finally did one time maybe a year and a half ago. And it's just lovely--rickety and weathered. And me without my camera. So this past trip, I finally had my camera, the time and the consciousness to stop. Here are the results:
The bridge in it's glory.
The Queen Anne's lace.
The picture right before the guys in the truck looked at me like I was crazy.
*Hold over from childhood where the landmarks to Grandma's were Noah's Ark Hotel, Bridge over the Missouri River (again), Highway loop and then a 5 street countdown to Grandma's house!