c. Melon Images
The Night The Sky Said Goodbye
A road takes you from one place to another, from A to B; a bridge does the same thing, but always with a bit more pizazz. My children borrowed a superstition from another culture, and would hold their breath every time they crossed a bridge. There are the bridges where you must make wishes, or welcome fairies, or simply blow a kiss.
I don’t know what traditions might be tied to the Ben Franklin Bridge. If you held your breath would you faint? If you greeted fairies and blew kisses would you be locked up? All I know is it gets you from point A to point B; and would you just look at all that pizazz.
Blog photograph copyrighted to the photographer and used with permission by utata.org. All photographs used on utata.org are stored on flickr.com and are obtained via the flickr API. Text is copyrighted to the author, Rachel Irving and is used with permission by utata.org. Please see Show and Share Your Work
