Approaching the bridge into Indiana on a warm winter day, I am again struck by the structure of the thing, the joints and bolts, the idea of building high over the river. I think about the people decades ago sketching and erasing and probably smoking a lot. I think about the Yoko Ono album I’ve been listening to in my car, the song “Watching the Dawn”:
Remember, we are descendants
of thinkers and builders.
I turn my head and look back, after going across the bridge this time.
What a beautiful thing! 🙂
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I like your approach here (no poor pun intended) quite a bit. Thank you
May all be well,
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Really nice photos! I’ve always had a thing for bridges, especially older industrial-looking bridges. Function becomes form.
Thanks for the comment. I agree–these older bridges, they are what they are.