This was from a raining day in the Great Smokey National Park when I was jogging around in the campground try to find something inspiring. The closed bridge caught my attention because it appears not in use for a very long time that the mosses are all over the bridge. I decided to jump down to the creek and find this nice shooting angle. The foliage season is always busy with the vibrant color, falling leaves flying all over the air, and running water in the creek, which made the still bridge looked very very quiet. It is just a way, like an old man with great deal of pride, chose to tell its stories.