my entry for Photo Friday: delicate
Maybe because the bottom span could lift at any moment. Maybe because the steel beams look so soft - like charcoal streaks on the sky. Or maybe because the little man on the walk signal seems to float like a ghost inside the frame.
Maybe it is just that I feel so delicate here, as I trust faceless engineers to carry me across the Willamette. And as I fight against the urge to hurl my notebooks into the polluted water.
This could all fall apart in a split second. In my earthquake nightmares, this steel crumbles into the water and washes out to sea. So delicate.