thousand word thursday

wilson bridge at night

we cross our bridges when we come to them, and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered. (t. stoppard)


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It was a good night; I’ll remember it for awhile. The long walk, both the bright and noisy and the dark and quiet parts; the yummy gelato that hit the spot; the golden orb setting over the Potomac; the wonderful reflections in an amazing structure; the beautiful fountains; the colors of twilight; the harbor lights on the water; the streaming long exposures of the beltway; they were all terrific. However, the soft spoken, friendly, creative, smiling, and thoughtful companion is what I’ll remember most.

Posted by Mitch on 30 July 2009 @ 6pm

That’s a great quote. I would never have thought about this like Stoppard states.

Posted by Adam on 30 July 2009 @ 6pm

I know I commented on this over on your flickr page, but I’ll expand upon it here. I love the primary colors of green and red on top of what effectively is the black and white of the lower part of the bridge due to the lighting. Plus, I’ve always liked longer exposure photos that show fluid motion in portions of the photo without causing other portions of the photo to look blurry. Hopefully that makes sense – I know I’m not anywhere near a pro photographer and I don’t know all the terminology or even how good shots are really done, but I like to think I know a good photo when I see one.

Posted by Colin on 3 August 2009 @ 7pm

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