Looks that way to me. Or a stone drunk pilot.
Not far from this bridge is where Francis Scott Key observed the bombardment of Fort McHenry by the British in 1814.
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Key was likely some six to eight miles from America’s Fort McHenry, which guarded against certain American defeat by protecting the entrance to Baltimore’s harbor. Superior British weapons pounded the fort from newly designed bomb ships anchored safely out of range of the fort’s own guns.
Yet Key rose on the morning of September 14, 1814 and through the lens of his spyglass saw his nation’s 15-star, 15-stripe flag waving defiantly over the fort. He was elated and relieved, certain that God had intervened. He spent the next two days waiting for the British to depart, when they would release him and his compatriots. And what does a patriotic poet do when stuck with nothing to do and having witnessed a momentous event? He wrote the lyrics of a song to a well-known melody that he knew well. [Star Spangled Banner]
https://constitutioncenter.org/blog/separating-fact-from-fiction-about-the-star-spangled-banner