Sunday, May 16, 2010
What sends you over?
What crosses the gap?
What appliance comes from the dentist?
Who first thought to build a bridge? Did they need to replace some rotting logs so that they could get to the other side for food? Did they need to make the logs wide and smooth enough so that they could drag stuff across? Was it a necessity or just because somebody thought they needed to build something beautiful and strong, better than simple logs that continuously rotted and collapsed. Did they need the mental exercise needed for the engineering of the construction or was it just that man always thinks there's something better?
Take a good look at a bridge the next time you are near one.
Sit and stare.
Does it signify more than connecting the two sides of a rushing river or yawning canyon? Is the structure an example of the strength of man. The endurance and stamina needed to hold on during the fiercest of storms and winds.
The winter can throw as much sleet, ice and snow at one of these iron structures and they can remain. A tornado can hit and the bridge will twist and bend, but not always will it release it's grip on each shore. Floods of angry water will stream through the iron beams and stringers and does not always wash the bridge away.
And then one day, the slightest of breezes or the metronome clopping of a horses' hooves can bring it crashing down!
Think about this for a minute:
"Bridge the Gap."
How many times in our lives have we uttered this phrase and not once actually thought about a bridge? The word "gap" seems to describe a void or empty space and bridges hang over living water. I suppose there's a space of air underneath, but in my mind's eye, I see air currents, leaves gently moving in the wind and bugs and gnats. Certainly not a space of emptiness?
"Bridging the generations."
There is no gap between each generation. They flow one to the next. That phrase somehow does not seem to be the stuff that our society is constructed of: Rigid iron and cast. I cannot imagine cement, pig iron, heavy bolts and iron welds needed to connect me with my children.
"Water under the bridge."
Ponder this phrase. Lean over a bridge and stare deeply into the water as it rushes under the structure of a bridge. Yes... Water goes under the bridge. But the phrase gives the impression that once it goes under, it's gone or lost or somehow not as good a thing as before it went under? Stare into the rushing waters that go under the bridge and then! Race on over to the other side and stare at what comes out the other side! Does it look different or not as watery? Is it of less importance in the flowing to the ocean thing than the stuff that went in the other side?
I spied these two chairs under this bridge. What a place! Imagine spending a few stolen hours listening to the babbling sounds and tinkle of the water. Imagine spending a few hours with a fine line dangling in the swirling waters with the expectations of fish for dinner? Just you, someone to share it with and this lovely hidden spot. Imagine!
A bridge. Just anywhere on a country road in Ontario.
What would you have found there?
All of these photos were again shot and loaded directly from my Nikon P90 and then posted without alteration of any kind.