No matter where in the world you go, if there’s a large expanse of concrete that is accessible by an individual with a spray-can, it is soon covered with graffiti.
Sometimes they can be quite artistic, and sometimes sadly it’s just a wish-mash like these!
Every other month my son needs to visit the orthodontist 145km away. Fortunately for me, the almost 300km round-trip provides some of the most spectacular scenery no matter what the season. The old iron bridges are simply a bonus!
The railway bridges draw me to them like moths to a flame. The rust and the general aging of them bear witness to their strength against all that Mother Nature can throw at them.
When Master Fourteen first began fishing the river here, this is where we came almost every morning and even some evenings. With the mist rising off the water, it was VERY easy being Designated Driver.
This is also my submission for this week’s Monochrome Madness over with Leanne Cole Photography where the theme this week is… BRIDGES (I hope, lol!).