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<blockquote data-quote="Danno_RIP" data-source="post: 398076" data-attributes="member: 34269">Ok... first picture to post...&nbsp; This thread really intrigued me.&nbsp; I started photography the end of October last year.&nbsp; I had some health issues and went on a medical leave.&nbsp; Part of my therapy is walking.&nbsp; I live in the country outside Lawrenceburg, Kentucky.&nbsp; I had always wanted to take pictures, but the workaholic in me did not have time.&nbsp; Now at 57, I do...This thread really struck a nerve..&nbsp; I wanted to share a memory.&nbsp; My Dad has been gone 3 years.&nbsp; When I was young he and I wandered all over the state.&nbsp; Dad had surveyed for the railroad in his youth.&nbsp; He loved trains, rails, and trestles. One of his favorite spots was High Bridge out side Wilmore, Kentucky.&nbsp; It is one of the highest trestles in the country if not the highest.&nbsp; It was a cold and gray day...&nbsp; I was missing dad a bit and went to High Bridge.&nbsp; It is weird, but my dad and I talked about fast cars and motorcycles most all my life. 6 months before he got sick I became a Christian and the discussion changed.&nbsp; Dad got cancer and we talked about God.&nbsp; We regained that closeness that we had when I was a kid.&nbsp; High Bridge was a favorite motorcycle ride.&nbsp; It is my favorite picture this year.&nbsp; I made it black and white... seemed fitting.&nbsp; I know I have much to learn, but I enjoy this so much.&nbsp; I really appreciate what I pick up here.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Danno_RIP, post: 398076, member: 34269"] Ok... first picture to post... This thread really intrigued me. I started photography the end of October last year. I had some health issues and went on a medical leave. Part of my therapy is walking. I live in the country outside Lawrenceburg, Kentucky. I had always wanted to take pictures, but the workaholic in me did not have time. Now at 57, I do... This thread really struck a nerve.. I wanted to share a memory. My Dad has been gone 3 years. When I was young he and I wandered all over the state. Dad had surveyed for the railroad in his youth. He loved trains, rails, and trestles. One of his favorite spots was High Bridge out side Wilmore, Kentucky. It is one of the highest trestles in the country if not the highest. It was a cold and gray day... I was missing dad a bit and went to High Bridge. It is weird, but my dad and I talked about fast cars and motorcycles most all my life. 6 months before he got sick I became a Christian and the discussion changed. Dad got cancer and we talked about God. We regained that closeness that we had when I was a kid. High Bridge was a favorite motorcycle ride. It is my favorite picture this year. I made it black and white... seemed fitting. I know I have much to learn, but I enjoy this so much. I really appreciate what I pick up here. [/QUOTE]

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