Bridge less traveled

I knew as soon as I saw it that there was an image waiting for me but I did not know how to get to it. So I crossed once and then again. Crossing half way, I watched from the middle of the bridge as water passed beneath me. The trickling sound of the water just seemed to be taunting me.

After crossing for the last time and I realized that I was limited to the path which lay before me. Once I left the path, the image appeared more clearly defined but still not quite what I had in mind. Looks like a place that I will have to go back to until I get it right.

Comments

[Jim]

I know the feeling. Ansel Adams, so the story goes, would pass the same site/subject for weeks and months waiting for the light, etc. to be just right before making his exposure.

[Rob]

Well at least we are in good company!