I have written a number of times about bridges, their simple beauty and the increasingly rare appearance of steel arched types. This bridge, in central Kansas, crosses a small river not far from the original path of the Oregon Trail.  On this day it was dripping from a recent rain and the sky was an eerily-threatening monotone of gray.

These were shot on a medium format late 1950's Zeiss Ikon Nettar folding camera given to me by my uncle.

Thanks Uncle Pete.