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One of the few large wooden bridges left on a major thoroughfare in metropolitan Perth.
At the confluence of the Canning and Swan rivers.
With a water main down the middle.
Filed under: photography Tagged: | bridge, canning bridge, My Photography, wooden bridge
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It stands naked in the light of truth.
**petra michelle**
It did not last, but for a while I was in the
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“Gene frequencies in a population change over time in response to environmental pressures”
Very, very cool shot!
indeed! and thanks for the inadvertent link on which I will now blow the Technorati ratings out the arse end of the known universe with this comment.
lol
ahhhh kleck cough cough heh heeckkk
@ WC, Thanks, I was lucky enough to travel beneath the bridge and so was able to get the right angle. The sunlight was a bonus
@ neath, I have done a number of bridges before – and invoked your name with them
Bouvard Bridge,
Pinjarra Bridge, and
Windan Bridge. I have another “neath a bridge” in my “draft’s” list and it will be posted sometime next week.
I hope that cold gets better.
Wooden bridges? Now this has got me thinking. I wonder if there are any here in UK?
Here in Australia we were blessed with a termite-proof hardwood (Karri) which made consruction in wood quite viable for long term projects. It would be interesting to see any wooden bridges you find in Britain.
Very nice, Thanks!
This is beautiful!
Thanks, Rebecca. The right place at the right time always helps