Flying along the shoreline near Arroyo Hondo Creek, the sunset accented these slanted sea caves.
The creek itself intrigues me, particularly the old highway bridge partially hidden behind the railroad bridge and seldom noticed by the thousands zipping by on the freeway.
There’s something nostalgic about abandoned roads and bridges. Could it be memories of a slower time? Maybe paths not taken?
I remember that bridge and it was very scary. Even in good weather. But to travel across at night or in the fog, it was treacherous. Nostalgic, yes, but it was very narrow. Thanks, though, for the memory Marie
Comment by Marie Mancilla — 2011/11/27 @ 19:50