No matter what my day would bring me I found that walking upon a bridge I would reach a recluse. I could find the strength that I needed to keep going. One step after another. I always wonder in awe how bridge makers (planning and development) created such beauty and strength. The magnitude of power that one bridge can withstand. On a daily basis!
So let the blurred bridges of time fade. I will no longer work at what was not meant to be. I will not shed no more tears for moments I once wished were…
Passion IS the Sound of A Shutter 