I believe one of the many reasons I love taking pictures is because I don’t have the best memory. We all say that but for me, it’s true. I love looking back at my pictures and re-living where I was when I took them, how I was feeling at that time. I can often even remember the smells (that sounds weird but refer to my previous post, Perfume).
I was visiting Tennessee when I found this charming bridge. It was a damp, cold day in December close to Christmas. The water was so still and so was the air. I call it perfect weather for me because I love getting warm when it’s cold.
My trip was wonderful. I was with my the people I love most in the world in a small town which, to my eyes, held immense beauty. I found it tucked in corners, along brick paths, and even in the local military cemetery.
I am so pleased I had my camera with me on this trip. I was still learning its bells and whistles but the images I took tell exactly the story I want to remember for years to come.