I can't tell you how many times I've gone past this footbridge and I'm sure I've noticed it, acknowledged that it's there. But it was only a few days ago that I found any interest in it. As I drove under it I found myself mentally marking down how to find it again, how to go onto it. It then stayed in my mind until I had the chance to photograph it.
I was not disappointed. The straight lines. The emptiness. In my study of solitude in transit, this particular place afforded me the opportunity to explore aloneness while on foot.
What makes a thing, place or person change in our perception of it? This bridge didn't change, but my relationship to it did change. It makes me think about kindness and compassion -- how the way we act towards each other can impact our perception. I can't change a person, but I can decide how to act.