There's a bridge near my work that I usually pass under rather than over in the hopes of seeing a passing train.
I like the bleak contrast of shooting them in the winter - the naked tree branches, snow, and everything's some shade of gray.
There's a bridge near my work that I usually pass under rather than over in the hopes of seeing a passing train.
I like the bleak contrast of shooting them in the winter - the naked tree branches, snow, and everything's some shade of gray.
