Recently on a trip a friend was kind enough to pull off the road and show me the bridge we were about to cross. I’m not sure what I did to warrant this gesture but I did want to get a few shots of it before I died.
So of course I climbed down and underneath it, looked up, looked down, screamed, and took the photo above. At least this is how it looked to me at the time.
I did get a few others from below, hanging on the abyss, but they were a little blurry, hand shake maybe.
The rest of the shots were from a relatively safe distance from the cliffs. However, look at this. Who wouldn’t have second thoughts about driving across!
I now know how to deal with heights, bring my camera. I’ll try most anything for the shot. I might scream and wail a bit. But I’ll get over it.