A quick Google search defines a Bridge as “A structure built to span physical obstacles without closing the way underneath such as a body of water, valley, or road, for the purpose of providing passage over the obstacle”. Yet Robert Browning has an entirely different and eloquent Scottish take on the very same structure
“And yonder, at foot of the fronting ridge
That takes the turn to a range beyond,
Is the chapel reached by the one-arched bridge
Where the water is stopped in a stagnant pond
Danced over by the midge”.
For me, putting aside childhood memories of the house on Pooh Corner and a game of Poohsticks whenever I could convince some one to play, they are an awesome masterpiece in engineering. No matter the size, they always present an exciting photographic journey transiting from one solid anchored state, via an airy, sometimes scary, safe path, to another and usually affording wonderful views on the way. And, once I have tried to capture their essence I just have to cross… and maybe, play a game of Poohsticks too!