Bridges are interesting, aren’t they? Some are merely functional, a way to get over a waterway or a road. Concrete passages to the place you are headed.
Still others are architectural masterpieces. A piece of art in the sky, spanning high above a river or bay, and more, much more than a method to get from one place to another.
These are the bridges I admire. The beauty, the history, the ‘how in the world do they build that?’ bridge.
How do they build them? Especially over large bodies of water? I don’t understand it and my mind can’t comprehend it. I simply like to stare at them. And take pictures of those steel beauties.
To span, cross (over), extend across, traverse, arch over, link together. That’s what bridges do.
Think about a great city. I bet it has a river running through it. All great cities do. Well, not all but a vast majority of them do.
In Waco, we are fortunate to have several of these historical masterpieces that span over the Brazos River.
The Suspension Bridge. Only walkable now. But once was a bridge that served as a Chisholm Trail crossing, and when it was completed in 1870, it was the longest single-span suspension bridge west of the Mississippi.
Mark and I were lucky to have attended a dinner event hosted by a winery on this legendary iconic bridge.
Also in Waco, only 200 yards west of the Suspension Bridge is the Washington Avenue Bridge, similarly iconic and spans the Brazos River. The Washington Avenue Bridge was built in 1902 and is a pin-connected, steel Pennsylvania through-truss.
“We build too many walls and not enough bridges.” Isaac Newton
Not so in Waco. I believe we have six, in a small downtown area of Waco.
Why does Waco have so many bridges in the same area over the Brazos? I am not sure but I am pleased that we have them. They are all old and stunning and add a lot of splendor to the river and the downtown area. We have a new bridge that lights up all these beautiful colors with fiber optics. It is very nice to look at. New bridges can be pretty, too.
There are also metaphorical bridges. The kind you walk across all the time, sometimes unknowingly. We burn bridges. We build bridges. We meet people in the middle (of a bridge). We bridge the gap. We even jump off imaginary bridges, hopefully for the good. Over the edge stuff.
Jim West spoke about those type of bridges. “Bridges are metaphors for everything in life, … The bridge is not just about getting back and forth between north and south. The bridge is about connecting our communities.”
Love builds bridges where there was no way to reach out before.
This makes me think of the Judd’s song.
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“Love can build a bridge
Between your heart and mine
Love can build a bridge
Don’t you think it’s time?
Don’t you think it’s time?”
So many great songs about bridges. Songs are written about the metaphorical connection. You are singing one now, aren’t you?
“Go to the truth beyond the mind. Love is the bridge.” Stephen Levine
Webster defines bridge as a structure carrying a road, path, railroad, or canal across a river, ravine, road, railroad, or other obstacle. Bridge, as a verb, is defined as be a bridge over something.
Be a bridge.
Be someone’s bridge.
Love and blessings~dd