The Good, the bad and the ugly

I travel this bridge 5 times a week, twice a day, sometimes 6 days a week if Im headed to Galveston to photograph something down there.

It’s a beautiful bridge, especially at sunset, but it’s also a place of defiance, frustration and unfortunately tragedy. I have sat on this bridge when a group decided to repel off of it, thanks for making me late Greenpeace. Ive also been knocked around in my car when storms pass through, and yes, sat for hours when a horrible accident had fatalities.

It can be so many different things at different times, but I choose to focus on its beauty, and usually the quickest way to get to work.