Hour Nineteen: The 24 Hour Photo Project

6:00AM, Saturday, June 22nd, 2013

For a while, I felt like I was alone. Then I saw the occasional runner, jogging over the bridge. It would be an excellent workout, uphill and down again, with impressive views.

My feet were burning by this time. I felt like they were on coals, that my boots were an oven. You probably aren’t supposed to wear doc martins for 24 hours.

I walked halfway up the bridge, watching the sky quickly change color. On my way back down, I saw a bridal party and their photographer on the pier, far below me, getting their pictures done. For someone, this was a wedding day.

Tomorrow: Call Anywhere

Yesterday: Sunrise over the Water

Just got here? Start at Hour One.

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