I go and take a pedestrian bridge.
It is a huge cross-shaped bridge
built over the national highway with heavy traffic.
Looking up standing underneath the spiral staircase,
I can see the well-used surface.
There is a bicycle under it.
The thick pillar.
A ray of light coming to the bottom.
Round and round…
I go up the stairs.
Many cars are coming and going over the rail.
I stand on the bridge.
So many buildings are standing.
The vast sky spreads over them.
I can see traffic signals under the bridge.
The path gets a little shaken
every time a large truck passes.
The back side.
A small description label is put on it.
I go down the spiral stairs.
The afternoon sunlight casts striped shadows.
Standing the bottom, I look up the bridge.
What I see is
the pillar,
a street light,
and cotton-like clouds.
The straight lines of the bridge paths.
The curved lines of the staircases.
The presence attracts me strongly,
that makes me feel eager to take the photos forever.
(Photography at Sapporo, Hokkaido Japan)
