Last Fall hubby and I moved from a large city of almost a million people to a town of only 2038. Well, make that 2040 now that we’re here. Both environments have their advantages and drawbacks, but I’ve learned that no matter where I live, I must bloom where I’m planted. My trusty cameras have helped me to do that.
Just the other day I finally got the time to photograph the Whychus Creek bridge in our quaint little town. The creek provides that serene feeling that moving water always gives me. And the bridge reminds me that we all must cross bridges in our lives, even if they’re metaphors.
My Mom always warned me about burning bridges. I hope I’ve listened well, Mom. Namaste’