I started this post some time ago and between the chaos of preparing for Christmas and the down time that followed, this post languished … until now.
I consider myself a water-baby. I love water … I like to be on it, in it, or simply just near it.
Maybe it’s a quirk of living in Canada with our fortunate abundance of lakes, rivers, and streams but I’ve always managed to live within close proximity to a body of water. In fact, I would consider it a hardship not to have access to a river or lake.
With water usually comes bridges – both big and small – and typically I feel a bit of excitement whenever I see one – especially if I get a chance to go over it.
… or walk underneath it.
They manage to capture both my attention and my imagination whether they are simple or stunning.
… and when it’s possible, I’ll stop and look over the side.
I’ve managed to discover bridges that don’t connect to anything. They are relics of another time, abandoned with no beginning and no ending, reminders of a usefulness that has been outlived.
I’ve also found places where a bridge – of any kind – would have been really helpful.
Bridges are powerful symbols of connectivity. They are used in engineering, architecture, technology, music – they’re everywhere .
To me, bridges are things of beauty and something I really like.