Across the Bridge

Crossing the Bridge
Whitestone Bridge view from Brooklyn, NY

This sojourner has often wondered what purpose it would serve to write and photograph his experiences this past year.  He's debated frequently the notions of not writing and not photographing.  This morning was one such morning.  What purpose does this all serve?

As I pondered and attempted to select an image for today, I stumbled across this image shot from Brooklyn earlier this year.  My writing and my photography are both about my story.  The purpose it serves is quite simple;  my writing is nothing more than an open conduit to help others get to the other side.  It is a bridge to help others get through difficult and at times lengthy waters.

Life is filled with goodness, but at times we reach bodies of troubled waters.  We must navigate either through them or we must find bridges that can get us safely across.  To those that choose to listen and journey with me, I simply offer you a toll free bridge of my experience.  Perhaps it will save you time and discomfort.  You see I've already gone down this path.  I have the experience and you can lean on it and benefit from it.

Some might think that I am only dark.  No I am not dark, I am just a person trying desperately to find and follow his light.  I know that if there is night, day will follow.  Life moves on, the earth continues to spin, and this planet travels in it's galaxy through the universe.  Everything continues in motion.

For those of you who have been following my blogs, I extend to you my friendship and an open pass on my bridge.  The toll was prepaid by my experience and those before me.