Erranding took me on a freeway a couple of days ago; a familiar route from which we easily see an historic railroad trestle. The perspective is fleeting as traffic flows at freeway speed. But this day, I was in a deadlock right alongside the trestle view. I exited as soon as possible to try to find a road and get close.
The trestle is 102' high and 975' long. Once upon a time I rode topside on a dinner train, but the view from underneath promoted respect. The trestle was built in 1904.
I was so glad to have spent my time (alone here) wandering amidst the tangle of supporting timbers rather than in the traffic tangle a few miles away.
I loved the snarl of the girder grove, here green with age.
I see I even caught a ghost bird navigating through:
Note: my original photos are so much more rich with color and clarity. I would like to know what happens in the posting to make them look pasty and washed-out by comparison.
1 comment:
I know EXACTLY where you were. I have also prowled that trestle; the geometric shapes and spaces created by the girders are fascinating. Nice work--you caught it in all its aspects!
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