A whimsical bridge, plus a real one x4

Fish Creek is beautiful all the time, and just after snow is nearly the best. I got there a little late so there were bike tire tracks everywhere. Then again, I've been there when it's actually snowing, and the bike tracks are fresh. You never know what you'll find there, with the ever changing light and weather conditions.

So far the creek is not safe to walk on. It's barely begun to freeze over. No, I didn't try, and I didn't see any evidence of anyone else trying. However, it's possible to get into some of the swampy bits. Carefully. I did come across this little bridge early on.

Most of you will recognize this bridge. 

The light wasn't quite right for this photo to be about the bridge, I was actually more interested in the reflections below it. Here's the cropped version of one of the photos with the reflections more prominent.

A bridge is a way of getting across something along the way from one place to another. Across a river, like these ones, across a chasm, over a street, whatever. There's all different styles of bridges, too many to name here, and considerations like cost, span distance, anchor stability, winds, and probably lots of other factors play a role in what gets chosen.

I often end up thinking about the transition between as-is and to-be. It's not as simple as walking over a bridge, unless that bridge is an example of pre-Columbian Peruvian infrastructure. Which is a good metaphor for some of the projects I've been on. 

Remember that old joke about the traveling salesman? He stops to ask a farmer how to get to a certain place, with the farmer slowly replying, 'Well, if I was to be going there, I wouldn't start from here.' I've been involved in those sorts of projects as well. 

We are all on the way somewhere, transitioning from what we were yesterday, to what we are today, and what we'll be tomorrow. Those people that want nothing to change, or want it to change back to the way it was (like when they or their buddies were in charge) are deluding themselves. Change happens. Deal with it.

Of the Day

Driftwood

Is the shape of that driftwood a metaphor for what the COVID cases are doing? You decide. But you whiners complaining about wearing a mask and restricting your social activities, today is a good day to think about the men and women who marched off to wars and didn't come home, or came home maimed in body or mind, and all those who stayed home to take care of the kids, work in factories, and grow the food that everyone needed. They had a brutally tough row to hoe, and they just did it. Wear the mask. Stay home, unless you're an essential worker. 

Artsy. Abstract. Paperweight. All in one.