Steel Bridge, early evening, for Photo Friday (theme: conspicuous)
I like to think of the Steel Bridge as a mountain - the kind of mountain I always imagined before I moved here. Strange, I know. Let me explain: I can see it from almost every street in my neighborhood, and it always orients me. When I need a release, I walk across the lower deck and cry as I look out over the Willamette. And when I glance down a street and catch a glimpse of the black towers, elegant as a Franz Kline, I gasp.
But now that I think about it, I am the conspicous one here - even though you can't see me in the photograph. Ever since 9/11, the police (and fellow citizens) seem wary of people who snap pictures of bridges. Sometimes I even leave the camera in my bag.