As Night Falls

I have blipped this bridge before, shortly after I began with blipfoto. This photo is taken from Front Beach...much closer...a different angle. This rather elegant bridge was constructed after Katrina destroyed its predecessor, which was flat and too close to the water to withstand a monstrous wall of water. It had made it through Camille which displaced sections of the bridge and made it impassable for a very long time after the storm. This one's purposeful rise above future unfathomable tides is the cause of its curving elegance.

This bridge is the third I have known in my lifetime. The first was two narrow lanes. Less traffic those days... It was possible in those days for my elderly grandmother (called by us, Mere) to drive the bridge at fifteen miles per hour with a moderately tolerant string of cars behind her. She drove a truck, and, likely as not, two or three lady friends would be sitting in wicker chairs in the bed of the truck. They might be going out to lunch at The Longfellow House in Biloxi. I can imagine their indignant reactions to the occasional honking horn. My grandmother wouldn't have been much bothered. She rather liked to encourage patience in others.