Theres a fire in our hearts about this novel weve written. Our first drafts 85 percent complete and only 30 percent crap. Or so we believe. We hope the inner fire is enough to propel us past our doubts and doubters. And reality,
O and om ♡
A structure carrying a road, path, railroad, or canal across a river, ravine, road, railroad, or other obstacle.
A card game descended from whist, played by two partnerships of two players who at the beginning of each hand bid for the right to name…
Be a bridge over (something): “a walkway that bridged the gardens”.
the serenity of the span. two parts joined together.two halves of the world and of life connected. right down the middle..
forgive me for the shrinking pics. these were the best the matrix provided…and thank you for viewing this post. i hope it felt a bit like a journey around the world by traveling through its middle. i was inspired to include these shots because of their great photographic and architectural properties. they also satisfy this weeks theme: journeys into different perspectives of global serentiy.
i love the feeling that you get when youre standing in the middle of a bridge, for youre truly between two destinations. it evokes a strange sensation within me, a euphoria of knowing im experiencing one of the rare times in my life that i know im physically standing on dry land yet feel as if im not at any real destination. i also feel that way when im at my tiki bar. which is why i love going there. do you get this feeling when youre on a bridge?