Whenever I drive over a small bridge (and there are many in my neck of the woods) I love to look upstream. I'm not sure what draws me to this type of scene. I do love the sense of calm and security that comes with the slowly moving water and the overhanging trees. Or maybe it is just the converging lines of perspective -- the vanishing point that beckons. :)
"Yes, there is a Nirvanah; it is in leading your sheep to a green pasture, and in putting your child to sleep, and in writing the last line of your poem."
I'm not sure if I already posted this photo, or one similar, but I've just added a texture to it so I thought I would post it here. Besides, all my posts seem to have disappeared (to me, at least) and the last time that happened, they reappeared when I published a new post. So, here goes. Crossing my fingers...
Yes, I'm having fun with post processing these days. I ran Pioneer Woman's "Lovely and Ethereal" action on this, and then added a texture. It almost makes me miss autumn. ;)