CLEVELAND MIRAGE

I walked out on the Lorain Street Bridge with one photo in mind (red socks hanging out to dry - I’ll get that photo blogged tomorrow) - and then up the bridge slope comes a fellow with no legs powering his wheel chair with his arms. 

The afternoon was warm and the sun intensely bright.  I began to get a head ache behind my right eye.  Cleveland’s central city rose starkly over a Vermont like grove of golding trees. 

Shimmering light...I'm losing track of my objective...