Columbus, Mississippi

It seems there’s a trestle in almost every city, architectural wonders that inexplicably draw me, not just for their scruffy good looks, but for everything they represent. Freedom. Travel. Independence. Strength. Courage. A dash of daring. A thrill of adrenaline. Choices pondered, choices made. The old days. The new ways. Everything that lies between and the things that will never change.

This trestle lies in Columbus, Miss. along the banks on the Tennessee-Tombigbee River, and though I’m sure I’ll see it again, I doubt I’ll have the privilege of spending as enjoyable an afternoon in its shadow as the day I shot this. As my project draws to a close, I can’t help but feel wistful. I hate endings. Conclusions. Finalities. Goodbyes.

So maybe I’ll just say “See ya ’round, Columbus,” and leave it at that.

Music: Hung Up (Time Goes By) by Madonna (lyrics)