A great way to clear one’s head after an argument with a loved one: strolling Tempe Beach Park, watching the slight ripple of the water, illuminated by the bridges’ lights. This is the old bridge, and it’s my favorite. Why? Because of its history, and lack of snazzy lights. This bridge stands in quiet grace, enjoying the show put on by its more modern cousins, while maintaining a simple beauty we so often overlook. Shot via Nikon, July 2014.