Bridges

When away for Thanksgiving week-end, all the lakes and rivers were swelling from the huge amount of rain the area had received.

Because of this, I seemed to be paying more attention to some of the area's bridges so I took some photos.

This photo to the left is the little bridge on my parent's road that goes over Lost River, the river which feeds into the lake.


This second picture is of RJ's and my reflection on Lost River, taken from the bridge.

I'm sooo glad that it turned out.




The next two photos are a rivertop's view of the bridge that I took while on our canoe jaunt.




On a normal day, when the water isn't so high, we can paddle under the bridge. And, when the water is at it's normal height a small island can be seen under the middle post of the bridge. But certainly not on this day! So many youthful times were spent at this bridge.

Another bridge that crosses Lost River is on the main highway. So when I had to go to the little country store to pick up some beer, I ran across the road and snapped these.



This bridge is in the little town of Lost River.








I just love the contrast between the mirror-like calm water instantly churning into torrential rapids. Perhaps it is an illustration of how life can be a times.


This last photo (below) is taken over the Rouge River. Again, because the water is so high, the water in these rapids is churning wildly.


I have one distinct memory of this bridge when I was a child. I was horseback riding over the bridge and was very spooked because this strong bridge, made entirely of metal with metal pieces criss-cross each other (similar to the sides of the bridge), allows you to look right thru the bridge to the water below. I didn't like that idea and was afraid to cross the bridge - especially on something as high as a horse! I actually remember being terrified - but not anymore.