My neighborhood is a couple blocks away from an interesting bike path. It isn't exactly scenic, mostly it goes past sketchy houses, or muddy grosstastic bayou water. I don't know how bayous look in the rest of the world, but ours here in Houston are nasty. They are gray, and smelly, have shopping carts in them, and concrete walls to stop erosion; basically an eyesore if there ever was one. Ah, back to the point...
So i often times go on bike rides, to clear my head and just get away from everything for a while; and one time i stumbled upon this great bridge. It burned down a long time ago, but is still standing although no longer in use. But i love the damn thing anyways, i suppose its because i sometimes love really ugly-beautiful things.
You know, ugly-beautiful like ankle socks, and bugs in amber. I probably don't even have to say that i am a rambler(it should be perfectly clear from the life story printed above), but the point i was slowly moving towards was that i took some pictures of the bridge and decided to make a post about them!
yaaaaayyyy!
Look at the cool shot of the city in the upper right corner of the below picture!!!
See, look at that lovely bayou, such beautiful gray murky waters!
