I am (recently) gainfully employed (as a registered nurse) and am fortunate to have a very lovely commute.
It has an over the river…
and through the woods…
thing going on. Plus, it’s sunrise, which is often so colorful and striking.
The vibrant sunrises never seem to get old!
It’s twenty minutes, there’s very little traffic. Now, as a nurse, I cannot advocate photographing while driving as that is not safe at all! And I do promise to stop. I did stop. To take many of these pictures. Like I said, there’s not too many cars on the road.
But the bridge…
The Daniel Boone Bridge was built in the 1930’s and is currently being replaced. It has this great patina-green color and there is always an element of danger in crossing: icy, deep, swift Missouri River below…and the lanes are SOooo narrow! Perhaps more convenient than early Western explorers trying to cross the river by ferry (or fording the thing in a wagon!), the Daniel Boone Bridge still captures that Western explorer/adventure spirit. Or maybe it’s just hunks of metal and concrete and I’m in a poetic mood?
I had the bridge just about to myself this morning, and so, even though it doesn’t make it right, (NO photography while driving!), I snapped a shot.
I just hate the idea of this bridge getting torn down (2015) without anyone properly capturing some good photos of it. Not that this one is any good…it’s with an iphone. But I have been seriously thinking of the logistics of hiking out near the bridge on foot with the good camera to try and get some shots before it is torn down next year. There are no paths or sidewalks anywhere near the thing. It would be quite an adventure. Perhaps Chris Naffziger could do it, the author/photographer of St. Louis Patina, “a blog detailing the beauty of St. Louis architecture and the buildup of residue-or character-that accumulates over the course of time.” as it would seem to fit the theme of his unique site.
I like the look of the big construction cranes and the red and white striped cement trucks: I appreciate the creation of a new bridge, but it’s hard for me to resist wanting to capture this big old structure “taking its last breaths” (as it were).