I love this picture. The Palladian bridge in twilight. So forgotten, empty and lonely. It sort of represents a memory of something so beautiful that once was, that's now so unrecognizable in the present, yet familiar in the past. The contrast is so stark that a deafening silence just washes over you, commanding sombreness and respect. Like the memories of a loved one who died.
In some way it makes me think of some of my most tangible vivid memories of Trichy - the spectacular view of the full moon from a terrace, long after all the machinery of the world has gone to sleep and the day is done, on a landscape as still as stone, with only the sound of the wind whispering through the trees, when every moment feels like a lifetime. So peaceful, so beautiful and yet so sad. I'm glad I remember.
I certainly took my time doing this. Charcoal sure takes a lot of patience.