I go through phases with exploring and photography. I would love to spend every night up on top of bridges and buildings, but sometimes I'll go months without doing anything of the sort. The same goes for abandoned buildings, or street photography, or anything else. I guess I get bored, or maybe it's just that my motivation shifts due to my mood. Regardless of the reason, I tend to get really into shooting one type of thing for a few weeks at a time and then for a few months I have no real interest in shooting that subject. That's what happened with climbing. So on Saturday night when I met up with Brandon we were both long overdue for some heights.
We knew right off the bat what our first location was going to be. I have always been in love with all of Cleveland's old lift bridges, and climbing them all has been a goal of mine even before moving here.
The light trail of a train passing below.
To have such a great view of the city, and at the same time be so detached, is a beautiful feeling.
I could honestly sit up here all night.
Brandon walking out on the beams.
Interior of one of the wheel houses.
After the bridge we drove around for a bit discussing possible climbs. We opted for a couple rooftops downtown.
Water towers are always fun.
It was nearly 4 AM by the time I got home. I was sore from ladders and stairs and pulling myself up onto ledges, still, it felt great.