This is the red bridge Brandon crosses every day walking home from work. We live straight through the sage green doors.
Just a few hundred feet away from this red bridge, you can see the train cars, which are tan in color. The train track goes over 15th Street.
It's amazing how I barely hear the trains anymore. Sometimes when we have visitors, I remember that we live right next to the tracks, or sometimes when the train stops, the cars hit into one another. It's really loud, and actually makes our apartment tremble.
