Two nights ago, with sleep eluding me again, I headed downtown with camera in hand. There I wandered past the station and up the tracks to the rail bridge that links Cariboo Pulp and Paper to town. After shooting it from the west bank I gingerly walked out onto it, tripod in hand and D600 securely slung over my shoulder. There’s something about watching the water rush by below through the gap between the sleepers to get the heart pumping. From there (with temperatures finally plunging towards zero and the sky clear and crisp) I took the golden last photo of the vehicle bridge.