let me introduce you to my friend, if a bridge could be one, if a place can be one, nearly 100 years young and still holding her own, the constant pounding and tone right down to her bones, buried in the nitty grit and dirt and sand swept nightly in and out from the Navesink to the Atlantic, countless souls have crossed the span and just if not more underneath, and maybe not so many with feet across, but that is my way, my way how, the way I know her, subtle curves if you ignore the cracks, art deco touches if you ignore the construction cones, sure a cracked wrinkle face shows wear, so would you, in service to meet lands of two, from Red Bank to Rumson bound, how many think to thank the under load bearer, might be none but me who thinks this way, maybe we should, this old girl is due for replacement, by something more modern, but same function, I wonder if the flair will be there, a placard from 2030 doesn’t seem to have the gravity of this aged one from the 30’s… but with time I guess, unless they make a soulless span, with the only purpose – purpose, so drab, like so many bridges without personality, not this old girl, so enjoy such things for now, as they all pass to gone, shadows, memories, stories, old photos, a span of 100 years, under foot, with the magic of carrying you over the ocean way, or looking back on the bay behind as the lines of ships at night trickle out for nightly trips.

the link to the locale (bridge) is here (clickey)

This piece of art and history is slated to be replaced soon enough actually… all things must pass… I would hope they keep the original motif and as much of the style as they can (the guard houses? the original plaque?). So when I am absent from my blog this might be where I have been lately… or some other spot in my state learning my surroundings that were always there but I was unaware… stupid me, don’t make the same mistake, explore every corner you can… I bet you find surprises…