Bridges are very special places for anglers; who could pass by without taking a look? Approaching one always fills your heart up with expectations

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At times I wish I were an osprey, overviewing the waters from a high, airy, never-ending bridge

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Flying close to the water to admire the abstract pictures of the ever changing art gallery below

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Sometimes the angler on the bridge may spot a salmon. He sneaks carefully into position, just one rod length away from the ghostly shadow resting in a small, deep pocket. Perseverance and mastery usually pays off… and a heart-stopping spectacle is served. Eternal minutes of joy… and fear

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Eventually it all falls into place and the grey ghost turns into a silver one.

Thank you, my friend, for making this spectator happy 😎

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