We used to have a nice old wooden railroad bridge. But, alas, somebody thought it was dangerous, so it was replaced by this monstrosity.
Pistachio waits patiently.
If I stand on my tiptoes I still can't get my nose over the top. Bob and I used to rest our elbows on the top rail of the old bridge and enjoy the beautiful view. Not possible now. (But NOBODY's gonna fall off this bridge!)
I love this pretty spot by the bridge.
This was my first scribbled attempt with my pencils. Would you believe out of the two sets of pencils there was only one grey?
If I'm smart I'll go to bed soon. It's getting dark, 9:26 p.m. and I have to get up at 5. I sure enjoyed my first long journey on Pistachio! One and a half miles out and the same distance back. And uphill both ways! :D
Good-night and peace to all.