Dressed in black with my camera and clamp on my back, I'm fast over a fence crowned with strands of razor wire. I grab a bridge I-beam and climb hand over hand until I reach the top. Every movement is thought out, all my limbs trade the weight of my body seamlessly from beam to beam until I'm high up in the guts of the bridge. Hanging by my fingertips from a piece of metal over nothing, swaying softly in the breeze and knowing that this is life. I spend hours sitting on a catwalk feeling the bridge shake as cars drive over top and calmly watching time go by underneath, a spider in my steel web. - K.M. |
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