This is the 7th Avenue bridge over some railroad tracks set just north of Grand Street. One of my recent excursions exploring the south side of downtown Phoenix brought me underneath this gem of a structure, complete with grunge and oldness.
I tend to look for symmetry and lines in a lot of my images. It’s a running theme I guess…railroad tracks, roads…the belly of bridges…give me depth and disappearing lines and I am a sucker for it. What struck me about this bridge when standing under it (quickly firing brackets in the utter quiet, trying not to freak at every noise I heard), was the stained streaks of some liquid running on the underside of the bridge. At first I didn’t get it, I thought the wind must have done it when it rained, but I realized the bridge just curved down towards me, so any rainwater that seeped through the cracks would end up running towards each end of the bridge.
It’s kind of interesting to think that these trails of water stains have probably built over time, and whenever it rains, the liquid tends to follow the same path, almost like a system of creeks formed in a roof of cement.
I could see these streaks while standing there of course, but I accentuated them a bit in post to really highlight them.