Sand and Fog
The bridge in the first photo is an old drawbridge built around 1934. Large boats or boats with masts call the bridge master who sounds a horn to warn drivers of the impending opening. Then the traffic arm gate comes down while the bells sound.
I can hear all of these sounds from my house, from my deck, late at night in the summer, and I know that a fisherman is either coming home late from a trip or leaving to catch an early bite.
Gosh, I really find those sounds restful, but I suppose we have to make way for progress . . ..
Quote of the Day for YOU: Derive happiness in oneself from a good day’s work, from illuminating the fog that surrounds us.