Wednesday, June 5, 2013

bridges and wet wash

Rain, day 3. Crossing the foot bridge from our house to the store, completes the transformation:
housewife to artist, and back again.  The old iron bridge at the West Fork was dismantled years ago.

The West Fork bridge, with a deck, was the site of my first, and thus far, only wedding. At first I thought it might be a bad omen, but the marriage endures.  A few pieces of the old bridge still exist as a stair rail in my store.


Alice said...

Love your super-saturated rainy day colors.
Hooray for the marriage.

Susan said...

For sure, everything's super saturated now. But, I'm a north country lake lover, my people were from the fens of Finland. I do like it damp.

Velma Bolyard said...

damp (and happy) here, too, these last few days. the bridge photos, your bridge, i mean, are wonderful.

riverweave said...

Love these photos, colors and textures. Agree, hooray for the marriage.

Suan said...

Kathy, ha,ha. Poor old long suffering marriage, it must be true love after all!