The Trestle Bridge
The Foot Bridge in St. Albert brings me back in time. The reflection in the Sturgeon River was crisp and gentle that morning. I turned a few into black and white and prefer those because they bring me back further in time. The trestle seems to do that - it pulls on our heart. Why is that? It it the wood and the angular shapes, or simply the knowledge of something from times past, a simplicity from what was available and known?
