Day Three Hundred and Sixty Two
I legitimately do not know what happened on this day.
Except for the fact that it was a Wednesday and I think this is the day I fell in love with this bridge, with Savannah, with the sky, and with life again.
One of those photo taking extraordinary moments where your shooting causes you to go to places you wouldn't usually go, to venture onto that fifth floor stairway and lean over the edge for this shot. And you fall in love with life and with photography and with the moment. Those moments are why I photograph.
Editing took too long and I don't even know if I like it.