I have been plotting and planning to photograph these bridges over at the Gunpowder. I wanted the foliage to be as dark a green as possible so I set my sights on Labor Day weekend. The hour I spent photographing these bridges proved most entertaining. I got down to the Gunpowder off the road no problem. I took a few photos of an egret and then decided to cross the Gunpowder with my camera on my head so it wouldn't get wet. I used a beaver dam to get out of the water. Whoever said beavers were great dam architects were wrong. They can't build a dam worth a damn, the stupid thing collapsed and I fell into a brier patch which had some sort of poison ivy at its base. Once I got up and got out of it some guy riding a Vespa on the bridge started sexually harassing me from the bridge. I only was able to bellow out a few mother-fuckers until he sped away. Then I took some more pictures only to find myself buried chest deep in mud. I thought in might be interesting to die a slow death via starvation because I couldn't get out of the mud in one of the most population-dense areas around. I managed to crawl out of the mud on my belly, my camera got very dirty. I was very dirty too and it took 2 showers to get clean, days later my ankles are still covered with red splotches and my clothes are ruined.
Not that any of this is interesting to any of you, but I do need you gentle readers to take a look at these pictures and tell me which one you like the best from the pics.