On the road in America, you see stuff – industrial and rural. The rural landscape gave me crosses. And the early morning light made the industrial blight seem almost blissful. Crossing a bridge – adventure! There is a time and place for all things.
This entry was posted on January 3, 2020 by Victor Ho. It was filed under Travel, Uncategorized and was tagged with Bridge, Cross, Dawn, Smoke, Smoke stack, Travel.
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