“I have crossed a thousand bridges, in my search for something real. There’s a bridge made of color, in the sky high above, and I pray that there must be bridges made out of love…”
I love this song. I can listen to it again and again.
I have so many photos of bridges. New ones, old ones, hanging bridges, and figurative bridges too. Bridges are wonderful photography subjects for these are varied, interesting and symbolic too.
On our way to my parents home last Sunday, I ask my hubby to stop the car near a river so that I could take photos of the bridge for it is this bridge which makes me feel closer to home. But since we were on the other side, I decided not to use these photos here but in my other entry.
I then rummaged through the CDs where the files are stored and I got this photo after almost an hour of the same bridge in my other entry, but the one below was pointing towards where our family’s home, my parents’ home can be found.
It is a bridge that has a lot of memories for me. I have crossed that on foot because the other side got destroyed by lahar flow after the Mount Pinatubo eruption.
Most of all, this bridge brings wonderful memories of coming home to my family.
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