It was only recently that I crossed a bridge to get to work. The bridge was the same bridge as everytime I cross it. The handrail, the graffiti art, the cycleway, even the river beneath the bridge. But this time the world around was missing.
In this surrounding of wool-like exhalation, a spider’s web collection of drops anchored between here and there. And I remembered a German palindrome: Nebel // Leben, reflecting mist and life.
As I played the back and forth of Nebel-Leben-Nebel-Leben in my mouth, a boat went by, appearing and disappearing between the limitations of river and sky and everything in between.
irisgassenbauer 
There is a timeless beauty in this post.
Stunning images and haunting prose.
This is my second visit to re-read and view this.
It is quiet and calming.
A welcome nothingness in a loud world gone slightly mad.
Paz
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Well stated. There is something very calming yet powerful in the words and images created.
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Your words and the photos are wonderful.
You’ve taken me to a place of winter calm and isolation, as I feel the summer heat.
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Great set of photos.
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Beautiful piece. Profound and well written.
Few words with depth and much meaning..
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Wow, well written. Profound and meaningful. Your words seem to meld with the photo perfectly, as there is so many words unsaid- yet so much that can be taken from the words provided.
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