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As my wife and I evacuated ahead of Hurricane Katrina we spent a lot of time in traffic on old Louisiana backroads. During one particularly trying part of the drive we saw an old train bridge from the early 1900's's, and being who I am I parked the car and ran off down the tracks with my camera and the unheeded warnings of my wife ringing in my ears. This old bridge had amazing bones with its frame, reinforcing plates, and rivets marching off to a perspective point. I shot a lot of photos, but this was the best I could do. I reduced it to 64 colors - as small as I could, but it's still big. I don't know why. I hope you like it.