Know this to be an evident truth: it took me twenty one years to take
this photo. The reasons against are quite simple: the fog has never
been quite right. Too thick, too thin, rainy, whatever. Once, years
ago when I lived just down the road from it, I just knew I had the shot I had came for, only to find out that I had a film
advance problem and a half-double exposure tripped me up. The fact
that it was the last four frames on that roll further complicated
matters coupled with my distinct lack of having. more. film. Duh...
Never have I went out again with only four frames on a last roll, let
me tell you.
Friends introduced me to this bridge in April, 1987, on the second day of my ongoing North Carolina residency. Whenever it's been foggy, or has called for it on the weather forecast, I've always tried to make it a point to travel here and see for myself. It is a 260 mile round-trip journey from my house to here.
Trestles like this one are not as wide-spread as you would think...
Will I Am
large, just because you want to