Today we’re taking a small trip back in time. The year was 2005, January… hence no snow… when I still lived in California. I lived about a 50 minute drive from work and every day, twice a day, I would drive this bridge. I’ve always had an affinity for this particular bridge. It’s distinctive and stands out in the local area. This part of the Sacramento River is a dredged deep-channel route for ocean freighters going to and from the Port of Sacramento, and it’s always cool when the bridge opens for one of these large ships.
On this cold and dreary morning I noticed the scene you see here and it struck me. Another one of those cases where you need to have your camera with you at all times, because you just never know. I was on my way to work, but decided to stop and take a handful of shots. If I remember correctly, there had been a wildfire nearby the previous day so there was something of a haze in the air, and this haze is distinguishable in the photo and helped give it its unique atmosphere. It’s really quite striking, I think. It has a feeling of foreboding and yet also a sense of peacefulness and calm.
Yesterday I posted a photo from this past weekend, today I post a photo from twelve years ago. At the time I took this I was formulating my move out of California, so now I look back and am in awe at how things have changed for me. My move to Iowa is one of the best things I ever did, but I also cannot deny that there are some things I miss about California, too.