Through the bridge

I watched a narrowboat go through this bridge on the Oxford canal this afternoon.

I'm not sure what it is about bridges. For many years I had a fear of going under them, and for tunnels it was almost a phobia: couldn't do it unless safely inside a car and even then don't stop going as fast as possible! Now I'm not nearly so concerned. I do still have a quick check to assure myself of it's general structural soundness but I'm no longer terrified of them.

I digress. What I do love about bridges such as this one is its ability to form a natural frame around something and also to be something beautiful by itself.

Good things today: dizziness has lessened, I enjoyed a blustery walk and I noticed in the mirror that I'm beautiful. That last may sound vain but normally I can only see the less-than-perfect about myself, so to be able to see myself as other people see me is a really nice change.