The Painted Desert in Arizona was one of the places my wife and I visited during our drive across the United States. The rich shades of red are beautiful to me.
Painted Desert
Arizona
The Kymulga Covered Bridge is a pedestrian bridge spanning the Talladega Creek. The bridge was built in 1861. It is made of wood and corrugated sheet metal, and is 105 feet long.
Next door to the Kymulga Bridge is the Kymulga Mill which was built in 1861, three years after the bridge. It is now a working electric powered grist mill with an old country store.
Kymulga Bridge
Grist Mill Road
Near Childersburg, AL
The Fisher Railroad bridge is located in Wolcott, Vermont. It was built in 1908 and carried the St. Johnsbury & Lamoille County Railroad over the Lamoille River while it was in use. It is one of two Railroad bridges in Vermont.
It was raining so hard when I shot this picture that you can see the raindrops if you look closely.
Wolcott County, VT
The Stark Covered Bridge spans the Upper Ammonoosuc River and dates back to 1857 or 1862. It is one of my favorite bridges in New Hampshire.
The day my brother I chose to shoot the covered bridges of New Hampshire, it rained all day. Not to be deterred, we decided to shoot anyway. It was that day I learned that some of the best pictures are taken in the worst of times. All the rain provided a wet pavement that reflected the Stark Union Church which was built in 1853.
North Road of Stark Village
New Hampshire 110
Stark, NH
This small hilltop chapel has a bright light. I ran across it while driving on the Trans-Canada Highway several years ago. I was first attracted to it’s architectural design but now its position and light.
“You are the light of the world.
A town built on a hill cannot be hidden.”
Somewhere along the Trans-Canada Highway
British Columbia
For years this building housed the John Geist & Sons Forges. But as long I could remember a lawn mower repair service was there. Whenever I drove by, I would see old and relatively lawn mowers of every make and type lining along the sidewalk.
One evening I passed by and the lawnmowers were gone. The sidewalk was bare. The doors were locked and the windows were shut. The business was closed. Not just for the night, but for good. The realtor’s sign announced that the building was up for sale.
I just had to take a picture. Why? The golden hues of the setting sun across the red bricks signaled the end of a day, and the close of a business. Two generations made a living here, what will the next owner do here?
311 Jefferson Street
Nashville, TN