Looking through my lens I walked. Stumbling over rocks and balancing along the precarious curb I took in the Clark Bridge. Seeing the bridge like I had never seen it before. Full of history, mystery, and striking in its simple magnificence.
I let everything else fall away. It seemed I was incapable of taking in anything other than what my roving eyes beheld. They gravitated to the lines and contrasts of the bridge and its dark reflections on the water.
Find out what Clarks Way means to me in my Artist Journal entry Bridge of Many Memories.