Bridges

I love old bridges.  It seems that every time I come upon one that I love, all I have is my iPhone camera.  Surprisingly though, my iPhone camera takes really great photos.

I took this photo a couple of years ago in Oklahoma on a dirt road in a community called Gypsy.  There was a detour because a bridge on the main (paved) road was out.  There were several bridges out there but this one caught my eye.  It was a grey day and the river was red from clay.  It is untouched and I love the colors.

I took the next photo yesterday outside of the community of Willow Creek, Montana.  This bridge was long and rickety and just a really cool old bridge.  We drove over it slowly with the windows rolled down so our son could hear it creak and moan.  He was a little nervous.  :-)

The next photo isn't of a bridge.  It's an old tunnel in a hillside in southern Oklahoma.  It's on a dirt road just north of the Texas/Oklahoma border by the Red River.  I didn't realize tunnels existed in Oklahoma and was surprised when we drove upon it.



I'm sure I'll post more photos of bridges and tunnels as we explore Montana.  Love, Eva.