Isolated Adolescence
I grew up outside of Boston and spent a good portion of my youth wandering around the suburbs searching for a personal sanctuary, somewhere to escape from the bland surroundings. Old buildings and railroad tracks containing a quiet history.
This bridge nearby my house was one such place, I captured this photo on a return visit years later. The bridge itself is abandoned and provided a view across the river to the road, the blur of motion an escape from the stagnant stasis of being a teenager in a boring town.
