There’s a stop light at the end of the bridge. When it was red, this was my vantage point of the city. Then I was joined by the silver car in the left lane.
(My Six Word Saturday see Debbie Smyth’s Travel With Intent blog)
There’s a stop light at the end of the bridge. When it was red, this was my vantage point of the city. Then I was joined by the silver car in the left lane.
(My Six Word Saturday see Debbie Smyth’s Travel With Intent blog)
Stopped in Traffic on West End Bridge. A red light at the end of the bridge created back up Friday afternoon, rush hour. Note to self : keep car windshield clean. Built 1931-1938.
Beyond repair.
Beyond belief.
Beyond reasonable doubt.
Beyond recognition.
Beyond comprehension.
Beyond the fence.
Beyond the horizon.
Beyond the trees.
Faith in the Great Beyond.
Beyond that?
Beyond me.