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One of my favourite places…

Years ago, I used to bike to an old bridge to enjoy the view until one Spring when the bridge washed out. Only the foundation along the bank remains. Now my  parents live within walking distance and I can still enjoy the view from the bridge that runs parallel to the old bridge.  I think I like it because it reminds me of the bridge by my grandmother’s farm house. I spent a lot of time watching the birds, racing sticks, and falling asleep to the sounds of crickets and bullfrogs.

This week, show us your interpretation of descent: A perspective looking down, from the top of a beautiful circular staircase. The basement in your grandmother’s house that frightened you as a child — and even now, as an adult. A historic lighthouse at the bottom of three-hundred steps, perched over a rough sea at the windiest, foggiest spot on North America’s Pacific Coast.

To see more “Descent” photos, click here.