Bridges, they cross rivers, roads, railways, and valleys and borders. They can be built of stone, wood, rope and metal. Their symbolism is vast, at birth as we separate from mother, as transition points throughout life, and into the unknown of death
‘That is the road we all have to take, over the bridge of sighs into eternity’ Soren Kierkegaard.
We speak of building bridges instead of walls when relationships have broken down .
We all have favourite bridges don’t we? this is one of mine. It’s a Clapper bridge and if you’ve ever travelled across Dartmoor in Devon there’s a fair chance that you’ve stopped and admired it.
It’s believed that it dates back to the 13th century to enable pack horses to cross the river Dart. Personally it symbolizes a connection with that distant past, a walk back in time. How many feet have walked across it since those ancestors laboured over its construction – from slabs of granite? How much or little has that landscape changed since then?
How would you photograph a symbol that has meaning for you? that’s this week’s photo challenge, perhaps you’ll join in.
Lucid Gypsy 