With a day off, I drove into town with an open mind and no fixed plan. I stopped by the Ypsilon bridge and wandered around a little. I took a few photos of the library across the river, but the light was not right. That building is best in the evening, when it glows from within. I also photographed a couple of women walking with strollers, but something was missing.
Then I remembered the padlocks on the bridge.
I moved closer and found this red heart among the metal and rust. I gently pulled it forward to separate it from the others and used a shallow depth of field to give it a little more presence.
Yesterday’s hearts were frozen in ice.
Today’s heart is locked in steel.
Sometimes the motif is not where you first look — it reveals itself when you slow down.
