These two images were taken at the same location,except one was taken on top of the bridge and the other facing the opposite direction was taken beneath the bridge.As I get older, I notice I think about the possibilities of getting hurt on my adventures a lot more than I used to and the fact that I had five stents put in this year after a near heart attack is probably a big factor in all that. I am starting to see my athletic ability wane a bit and I find myself more deliberate in my moving about places like the lower shot,where I am going from boulder to boulder and one slip or twist the wrong way,and I am in a bad spot. Consider the fact I was alone on this trip, in northern New Hampshire in places that maybe someone does not notice an empty vehicle for a day or two,and the fact that I don’t always call home each day, and you start to see why I ponder things more. Now don’t get me wrong,I still hiked under the bridge to get the shot I wanted because I would rather enjoy life than let fear dictate things, but I just try to balance the two better these days.The main reason I hiked down under the bridge in the first place was because I thought the yellow tree would be reflected in the water better than the top view,but it was terrible the lower I went,so thankfully it was good looking the opposite direction,making my little descent worth it.