A Rusty Crossing (Monochrome Monday)

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!

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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.