what is it with me and these old bridges?

What is it with me and these bridges? Maybe I’m just hard-wired to notice them. But I just can’t seem to avoid looking at the old railroad bridges throughout downtown whenever I ride past one.

Perhaps it is the abundance of detail. Or the straight forward expression of functional structure. Tension and compression. I like how engineering resolves these two challenges with minimal waste such that a long, heavy, freight train could safely cross for decades and I can still do so today. Long after the trains are gone. Or that I can trace in my mind how the loads travel from one member to the other.

I love how differently each bridge catches the late afternoon light.

Maybe that’s it.

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