I follow GPS, in search of river trails, and find a road blocked off. Curious, I park the car and carefully step through the overgrowth to the place where a bridge once carried traffic over the river. Strange the absence of passage, the neglect.
A rocky embankment houses creeping vines, and the weavings of a local eight-legged resident. I back away.
The charm of some places invite exploration. Creepy just says “stay away”.
(For Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: creepy.)