I don't really have any affection for this picture, barring the very striking red hue of the bridge itself. It is a lovely color, especially when contrasted against the lush greens of the surrounding environment, although that vibrancy is a lie. The sun was setting and, as you can see, fog was rolling in. It's not a special bridge by any stretch of the imagination, it doesn't connect between any two points of note besides here and there, which is all I really cared about at the time. I was tempted to make an overwrought analogy, saying how I've been sleeping under a bridge this whole time and how this picture symbolizes some sort of connection between past and present states, but eh. It'd be more awkward than a first date, so I'll just say that I needed a simple picture to get back into the workflow of photo processing, and this one actually worked out pretty well.
This shot was taken near the end of our day in Taroko Gorge. It was, in fact, our last stop. Not exactly sure what prompted a stop here, but I'm not going to complain about memories.