If we do a search on bridges we find a lot about burning bridges,
bridges rather than walls, and of course
that bridge over troubled waters.
…"when you're weary and feeling small …"
"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it."
I wish I had a dime for every time I heard my father say that when I was growing up.
That distant hypothetical bridge--did we ever really come to it and cross over?
Bridges have always fascinated me.
Their strength and structure.
The step of faith it takes to go across them.
"Faith is the bridge between where I am and the place God is taking me."
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The beauty (usually) of what they cross over.
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Dotsie, you have quite a variety of bridges in your post. I think I recognize some of them. What a sweet photo of the children on the small bridge. Lovely quote at the end. ♥
ReplyDeleteA very thought provoking post, Dotsie. I've collected my photos of various things like rock walls, fences, paths, waterfalls, etc., into folders, but it never occurred to me to make a folder for my bridge photos. I will have to see how many I have. I love looking at bridges, but not crossing them so much. Perhaps that's why it did not occur to me to make a folder for them.
ReplyDeleteOh my! When I was a little girl, my grandmother told me that if I held my feet up, the bridge wouldn't crash down. I still do that. Makes it hard when I'm the one driving!!
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Bonnie
There's one bridge there that looks like one in Vancouver! Maybe it is!
ReplyDeleteWhat a great collection of bridge photos.
I love this post, Dotsie! Bridges are a favorite theme of mine, and I keep wishing someone would start a bridge meme (hint hint). I especially like the quotation ('...and where God is taking me.') and the children on the bridge. Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteHow interesting to see all of these bridges and your quotes! I grew up in the country along the Illinois Canal--my father actually worked on it in a small town pumping gas and chemicals into barges. Most all of the bridges were the draw sort, up in the middle or swinging to the side. Most of the time the bridge operator was called 30 minutes before a large barge was scheduled to come through. When we saw his car along the road, we knew a barge would be coming through. Sometimes it took 10-15 minutes for it to pass and there would be a long line of cars. The most time involved the old bridges to open and close. Sounds like ancient history now!! lol!
ReplyDeleteThanks for jogging the memories, Dot!
Jane
Such a variety of bridges, Dotsie - and one of them looks like a bridge over the Fraser River in Vancouver.
ReplyDeleteCrossing a bridge sometimes takes courage and even a little daring. Sometimes we do it with plodding feet and heavy hearts, nonetheless, sometimes it just needs to be done.
Great set of photos on bridges! I think I've seen some of them, actually. Thanks
ReplyDelete"Love can build a bridge, between your heart and mine." Lyrics from a song by the Judds.
ReplyDeleteI really like your photos and your thoughts.
Lovely. One photo reminds me of Poohsticks in 5 acre wood!.
ReplyDeleteYou've seen some beautiful bridges! I think they are beautiful, but I never enjoy the time that I must be on one.
ReplyDeleteWonderful post with beautiful photos!! The first one reminds me of a bridge we walked across in Chattanooga. It was a beautiful place to go and we intend to go back! Thank you and have a wonderful day!
ReplyDeleteWhat beautiful photos. They amaze me too and they are usually hard to photograph! Enjoy your week! Hugs, Diane
ReplyDeleteHi Podso! I like bridges, too...mostly from afar, though. I have a huge fear of heights, especially being near the edge of anything. I can DRIVE over them, but I would never be able to walk a few feet on one. It makes my stomach do flips! I'm always amazed at the architecture and the workers who do work on them!
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful post. Bridges are awesome and I enjoy looking at the different engineering marvels.
ReplyDeleteGreat post! I do love a good bridge...I remember those old rickety iron ones very well growing up. They are kinda like fences...some are pretty rough and others are nice and new...but they always take my eye and there's a lot of symbolism in their meaning :)
ReplyDeleteI love your bridges. My father is a Civil Engineer and designed bridges, so I grew up looking at them. I still enjoy bridges, and these are wonderful. Great post.
ReplyDeleteI recognized a couple of those bridges and have been over them I do believe
ReplyDeleteBridges mean different things to different people.
ReplyDeleteFor those of us lucky enough to live in affluent countries, we take them for granted.
Whereas in third world countries the people can walk miles to find a bridge to get to the other side.
I love the quote at the end of your post - isn't that true.
I love the quote- perfect! I don't see many bridges around here, mostly the very plain ones that were designed simply to keep us out of the water in the bottoms. But there are a couple over in Oklahoma that are unique and I always wish there was a spot to stop so I could get a photo.
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