Nice work - including composition and color balance!
But it does trip one reality check in my twitchy brain; does anyone build spans before they've got the supports in place on _both_ sides? I'm not saying they don't; I just haven't seen it done.
Back some years ago, Iowa began Interstate Highway 380, but then further funding was delayed for years. As a result, you could be driving down some county road and be treated to the surreal sight of massive grey concrete pillars looming above the dark green corn plants, like some ancient monument whose purpose was lost to time.
We called it Cement-Henge.
Mind you, I'm not complaining about their getting around to finishing it; now that I'm back in my old college town, 380 takes at least half an hour's time off my drive to visit my mother. But we're still just a little wistful about losing the cognitive dissonance.
My older sister, meanwhile, doesn't care about that but is officially sulking because Iowa City finally replaced her favorite klunky civic fountain with a better one. Back in the late '70s or so, the city installed a modernistic fountain that consisted of three rust-colored metal pipes that each--how do I describe this? Picture a staple, points down, where someone has taken the top section and bent it backward on both sides, rather like some chair supports, with a horizontal opening cut in the forward part of that top section for the water to come out of. Or, one might say, the lower body of a crouching stick-figure who might incite the dirty-minded to reference the old ethnic slur about Susie Wong.
My older sister called the fountain "Les Trois Vierges Pissantes." [link]
However, my _younger_ sister points out that there was originally a fourth pipe, a short and simple vertical tube that was open at the top for the water to spill out of, and therefore _she_ called the fountain "Three Women and Little Boy."
These days? The city claims (probably correctly) that the brick support structure for those tubes became a climbing hazard for children, so now we have something more elegant but less snickery fun--unless you're one of the young guys who loves to shove squealing girlfriends into it. [link]