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Crossing the bridge was never going to be a problem,even if I didn’t have a packhorse with me.What I would have to wrestle with was which gate should I go through.There,on the far side,were two of them.I know what you are thinking. Why not cross and then decide? Surely the perspective would be different on the other side.I found myself thinking that this was what life was all about.Whether to come to a decision now or at some time hence.I made a decision….I would procrastinate.
This work was featured in BnW Photography in March 2013
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I would stand in the middle of the bridge & jump off. If my legs weren’t broken afterward, I would take it as a sign that I didn’t really need to go through either gate, & I would wander lonely as a clod toward a stile, which would doubtless appear somewhere in the zen of this landscape. After that, I would make my way to your house for a cuppa. It’ll ALL do.
Lonely as a clod? That about says it all.
– EvilTwin
stunnin i can well imagine tam o shanter bein chased by cutty sarks over this bridge!
Lets hope he’s a good jumper if the gates aren’t open.Mind,it’s a bit far south for Tam.
– EvilTwin
Great B&W image.
Thanks very much Paul
– EvilTwin
charming, eviltwin.
Thanks very much Geof.I think it has an olde worlde feel to it.
– EvilTwin
Well, it seems to me you chose the wet way, jumping into the water to shoot the bridge from the side… Tricky guy !
I always end up getting wet feet.
– EvilTwin