Once common, these old iron truss bridges are slowly being dismantled in favor of concrete ones that look like an extension of the road.
I have a love/hate feeling about these old bridges. They remind me of childhood but they also remind me of the uneasiness I felt when crossing them, especially if the wooden planks were loose and bucked and rattled as the car tires rolled over them. Please don't collapse repeated silently to myself, picturing the muddy, mysterious river water that ran below. Did a fear of rivers or an uneasiness about bridges come to me first? Hard to say.
I'll miss these old things once they're gone.
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