Harbor Bridge at night http://smartlightliving.de/leuchtdioden-statt-leuchtturme-corpus-christi-harbor-bridge-strahlt-nun-in-led-licht/
The wind tears at the red flag of my hair
Am I mistress of all I survey?
Ocean, clouds, far off island
A coming storm writes secret messages
into refinery smoke.
Trucks pass, the bridge quakes and
my heart quakes with it–
Our lives balanced on a monster
of concrete and steel.
The fear passes and there is
nothing but the view.
The smokestacks belch a dragon or two
just for me.
T. L. Ryder 
Just the thought of walking on such a bridge gives me vertigo! You expressed it so well. I Love the picture.