Night Bridges

Yesterday, I spent three peaceful, solitary hours watching people and shooting pictures as the late afternoon melted into night. This small city park borders a narrow river traversed by four bridges: an old train trestle, a beautiful old bridge, an ultra-modern foot bridge, and the powerful light-rail bridge.

Lights dance across the sleek light-rail bridge and paint the water in a riot of changing colors.

The train streaks across the lighted bridge.

The bold lines of the new light-rail bridge contrast with the quiet of dignity of the old bridge built in 1931.

I found these boys hanging out under the bridge and asked them to just continue doing what they had been doing; they were happy to indulge me. While the un-posed shot has some flaws, I thought I’d post it just to let you share in the boys’ fun as they await the rumble of the next train. (I’d like to recreate the scene so that my lines on each side of the shot mirror each other.) 

Do we hurry by, giving only an embarrassed side-long glance?

The train had just pulled away from the stop when I heard, and then saw, this man walking down the tracks in the direction of the rapidly departing train. He stood in the middle of the tracks, shouting obscenities and curses because he had been thrown off the train. Moments later, he was sitting on the benches on the other side of the stop, awaiting the next train to take him in the opposite direction.