#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
. . . this too shall pass. . .
My first stop on my morning walk is this riverbank view to Death's Bridge over the Charles. Charlie and Suzi stop and drink, sniff the air for scent of coyote and white tailed deer - who has crossed their territory during the night, they'd like to know.
This mid-March morning, light flakes are falling and slowing the traffic over the bridge on Route 27. Look - without this modern car crossing, this view of the bridge might be from another century, as is the one below. It's pretty close to where I'm standing this very moment – from a camera held in some other hiker's hands from the opposite bank, over a century ago, in 1905.
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