My Dad’s exploratory surgery went well today but we won’t know the results until next week. I know a lot of people are going through tough times at the moment so I wanted to dedicate this week to a lifting of the spirits. In addition to my stories and usual musings I will show you some of the things in my life which never fail to lift my spirits.
The first is bridges.
Have I ever told you how much I love bridges?
I love to drive over them. Walk over them. Stand on them and feel the wind in my face. Look up at them. Look across at them. Listen to the traffic as it roars along them. Watch the lights they cast at night.
A bridge is such a masterful feat of human ingenuity. Linking two parts of the city that would otherwise remain separate. It would seem to be a way of encouraging communities to meet and intermingle.
This is the Anzac Bridge which links the city and areas of Balmain, Glebe and Annandale. It is one of my favourite bridges in Sydney. If you look closely you can see the arc of the Sydney Harbour Bridge beneath it in the distance.
I like how the clouds appear behind the bridge like a painted backdrop. From certain angles they seem to skim it. There is a fear they will be caught like a sheep’s fleece on barbed wire. I think a cloud would scream if it were caught on wire or steel. And people would fall to their knees in despair.
Bridges always lift my spirits. One of the greatest human inventions. Sometimes they seem to hang from nowhere in the sky. Linking the city like a chain.