By happenstance, I scanned this Kodachrome of the Golden Gate Bridge this morning—it’s one of a handful of slides that remind me of a brief trip south from Oregon, in May of 1972.
I don’t recall where I stood to take the shot (along the famous piers, most likely), but I do remember that I snapped it because of the sailboat. Perfect timing, in just the right place.
Other memories are provoked by the picture, too, but they’re fading, almost lost. Mental images are like that. That’s OK, though—sometimes it’s better to cross a bridge without looking back. Because…
Sometimes you get the best light from a burning bridge.