The bridge. It’s been used far to often in common English idioms becoming cliche. We’ve been encouraged not to burn our bridges, to build bridges and not walls, or that our mistakes are the usual bridges between inexperience and wisdom. However you cross it (saw what I did there) the word play has been used and ingrained in our psyche. So I thought, why not shoot my latest post on bridge. Wait, what? I chose the location of the bridge not because we typically use it as a symbol of visual transition but that far to often we don’t realize that we are on one of life's bridges until we’ve crossed it.
We approached our set just after a strong summer shower had passed. The rain left sporadic puddles on random wooden planks lining the bridge floor. As we approached, everything seemed still and quiet with only the crunching of the gravel beneath our shoes echoing through the air. Rust covered the metal railing which seemed to go out into infinity crossing over the entire marsh. The scene was rustic the sun was setting and the mosquitos were biting! This is really what crossing a bridge is like.
I see the bridges in our lives much more like the rustic passage in this shoot. We are usually crossing it after a storm with the remnants of the aftermath visible before us, many times with others biting at you making the road that much more undesirable. It typically feels silent like you are the only one around. On top of that the bridge looks weathered and like it is going on forever and we will never reach the other side. Cont'd below....
The bridge is more than a transitionary passage but an instrument that tests our faith. It requires belief regardless of the circumstance and environment and that you are willing to keep moving forward and cross over anyway. The ultimate beauty of a bridge is that it is not just made for one person. It is intended for communities to cross together made possible by the encouragement of others that have made the passage to the other side. Let's be thankful for those who crossed before us and celebrate the journey hereafter.
Cheers to crossing over:) -xx Slightly Flirty c/o Gina Papa