now in its one-hundred-and-eightieth year
On a good day, my husband gives me a ride to the office, and I take pictures from the car.
One of my favorite moments in any commute is crossing the River. I love the ephemera of the overpowering views. For a few seconds, you see all the amazing buildings lining the river, the bridges themselves, and the bending waterway, illuminated with a light different from the canyonlands from which you’re emerging. The view that you’re given is never the same.
On this particular day, rain had fallen, and a stoplight had turned red, creating a still moment to appreciate the Merchandise Mart and the beautiful ironwork of the Clark Street bridge.
If you like bridges, you might enjoy the artwork of my friend Roland Kulla.