Bridge in the Clouds - The Bridge Builder

This ethereal photograph reminded a customer of mine of something from a sci-fi universe, as the bridge appears to be nearly floating in the clouds.

This photograph of the Coleman Bridge in Yorktown, Virginia isn’t in the clouds, but in the largest bank of fog I ever saw. A unique and peaceful photograph to be sure!

I included one of my favorite poems by Will Allen Dromgoole, 'The Bridge Builder.'

"An old man going a lone highway,
Came, at the evening cold and gray,
To a chasm vast and deep and wide,
Through which was flowing a sullen tide.
The old man crossed in the twilight dim;
The sullen stream had no fear for him;
But he turned when safe on the other side,
And built a bridge to span the tide.

"Old man," said a fellow pilgrim near,
“You are wasting your strength with building here;
Your journey will end with the ending day;
You never again will pass this way;
You’ve crossed the chasm, deep and wide,
Why build this bridge at eventide?”

The builder lifted his old gray head.
“Good friend, in the path I have come,” he said,
“There followed after me today
A youth whose feet must pass this way.
This chasm which has been as naught to me,
To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be;
He, too, must cross in the twilight dim:
Good friend, I am building this bridge for him.”