Bridge Patterns

I have riden my bicycle over this bridge for the past five years. When I glanced back today and noticed the repeating shapes I jammed on my brakes and captured a quick image (I actually captured a bunch, but this was my favorite). I seem to be seeing things differently all of a sudden, a sharper eye for detail and the less ordinary photograph. Maybe it is in response to processing all those volleyball photos from two weeks ago, my eye is drawn to segments of a scene rather than the whole enchilada.