That's a moderately narrow concrete beam and on the other side is a sharp drop off into a bunch of weeds and a velociraptor den, but, proving once again that my balance is better than I think it is, I managed not to fall off of it. Not once. I couldn't stay still for 30 seconds, but I could stay upright. Win!
Also, a note to the guy across the street:
Not hot. Please close your blinds. Yeesh.
Don't count your rolling stone until it crosses the bridge, as the old saying goes. With Iron Photographer 54, we not only rolled our stones, we rocked them as well. Toss in a bit of blue and some vivid color, and you've got a recipe for a late summer IP treat.