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Friday, 25 October 2013

Bridge



I find it hard to pass the Millenium Footbridge without taking photos. While it used to be the architecture of the bridge, its long, lazy leap across the Thames and the shadowy heft of its underside,  now it's more often the people: above me, in movement, outlined, sometimes  poignantly, against the sky.


on the bridge
time stops and distance shrinks
their hands touch

5 comments:

  1. Beautiful picture and poem, and I am so glad I can imagine the place because of being there myself.

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  2. Yes, very pleasing, both the picture and the poem.

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  3. Timeless and poetic, perfect match of image and words, lovely.

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