I have spent several lifetimes under this bridge, or so it seems when I look back on my collection of images. I have also seen several lifetimes spent under this same bridge. Millions and billions of waking (and sleeping) moments spent walking, talking, reading, playing, picnicing, listening to jazz, dressing up like a pirate, watching Star Trek episodes reenacted, photographing in the snow, bicycling, living, kayaking and fishing. And fishing, right. As in this flyfisherman and me, sharing the same bridge on a foggy afternoon not too long past but at least two different lifetimes ago it may seem.
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