This bridge, linking Charleston to neighboring Mt. Pleasant, opened our gallery, and now closes it. We saw it first by day, rendered in black and white. We see it now by night, in color. I shot the first image through the window of a moving car by using a shutter speed of 1/600th of a second. In this image, also made from a moving car, my shutter had to remain open for a much longer quarter of a second. The slow shutter speed and moving car renders the delicate network of cables as slender blurs, converging as strands in motion upon a tower of green that seems to float in the sky. The highway lights, and those of moving cars, become abstract streaks, soaring upwards as well. This image becomes an instrument of feeling, rather than a description of a modern bridge. It offers an appropriate ending to our photographic interpretation of Charleston.