Ever Think About…

I have been working on a series of photos, currently it is a mix of both traditional and abstract photos of the bridges in the greater Tampa Bay area.  Recently I had my second outing to another bridge.  The subject is a fairly new bridge just outside of downtown Clearwater.  I arrived just before sunrise, there was just enough light that I could make my way down to the shore and then to the underside of the bridge.  Thanks to the placement of the bridge these photos are mostly abstract, without a boat there was no good way to get a broadside photo.

As I walked down the sandy area I start to notice some foot prints thankfully leading in the opposite direction that I was going.  I started to think of all the nefarious things that live under bridges. I am talking about trolls, ogres and politicians here people.  This has turned into serious business now.  I was going armed with only my camera and my whits, and that’s not much.

I finally got under the bridge, snapping photos here and there.  I get what I think are some good photos, curves, angles and such.  I even find some interesting graffiti, remnants of the before mentioned trolls and politicians.  The sun comes up and I get some shots with parts of the bridge in silhouette.  I am starting to feel good about this little trip.

As I am standing there I hear voices right behind me.  I jump and turn around.  No one is there thankfully.   My heart is racing now.  The voices were coming from walkers on the bridge fifty feet above me.  Then I started to think that this might not have been a great idea and decide its time to head back.  I had what I came looking for and as an added bonus I am taking a heart condition back with me.  I took one more look and start heading back.

I made my way back down the rocks and to where the water meets the sand.  Following my footsteps back, snapping some final photos as I go.  Remember that heart condition? Well as I got a little closer to my truck it got a lot worse.  It looks like a police cruiser is sitting right behind my truck.  I am going to jail! Or at least that’s what I kept thinking as I walked closer, I mean I must have been trespassing right?? Well there were no signs, so now I don’t know.  My heart is racing, how was I going to explain what I was doing?  Step by step I walk closer, I was trying to come up with stories of why and what I was doing.  The police officer looks up as I walk by and just nods as I walk by.   So much worry for nothing.