I look forward to Saturdays. My wonderful husband lets me have a couple of hours to myself while he takes care of our children. I used my weekend time to walk to the little creek that we often pass by on our drives around our city. I was intrigued by the little bridge that went over the stream below. I thought it was very pretty especially when it was framed by the foliage of the surrounding trees. But at this time of year, and because of the storm of a few days ago, the leaves are all but gone.
I was excited to get on the bridge. But midway through, I felt that familiar spasm that started from my soles and went up to my knees – my fear of heights kicked in. I remembered those days of my childhood when I had to cross flimsy wood planks to go to the other side of a ravine. I was afraid that the bridge would swing and break which was silly of me considering that this bridge was pretty well-constructed. Yet, I wanted to take pictures, so I had to be a little brave and be in the middle of the bridge for awhile.
It was a narrow stream. It was about the width of a road lane. It separated the road from the little park on the other side of the bridge. I thought that from there, there would be an access to the other parts of the city. I was wrong. The park was surrounded by a fence.
I do not know if it was the light – the sun was already low at around 4:00 p.m. – but the water was dark. It did not help that the stream was way below road level and that there were trees on the banks. As a result, there was hardly any reflection in the water. That gave me a chance to do something that I have long wanted to try – long exposure during the day. The dark water, the setting sun, and a filter made it possible.
It would have been nice if I was able to go under the bridge – as some had obviously done – so that I could get a better view. I did not think that parkgoers were generally allowed to go beyond the fence though. Since I did not want to risk a citation from the city, I stayed behind the fences and tried to find a spot where there were not too many trees and branches.
I was having a fun time. I tried following the direction of the stream for more photos. Just when I thought I saw a nice open spot, my battery died. I pulled out my extra battery from my pocket and replaced the dead one, mentally praising myself for being well prepared. Alas, the replacement battery was out of charge too. I took that as my signal to go home.
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