It being a little foggy this morning I went up to the bridges to see what was happening. Last time I was at the site, the cranes were there, but not much was going on. Now change is coming fast. I walked out onto the middle of the new bridge – a bit creepy given what’s gone on there – I especially wanted to get a shot of the middle of the old bridge, where they have removed a section. That’s what they’re doing, dropping down sections at time.
Later, when I was driving home, I thought about how when the old bridge is gone it’s not going to be so interesting there. The new bridge is safe, and was made to be a landmark, but it doesn’t do much for me. A lot is coming down with the old bridge, which is strange to realize. The feeling of loss is not something I would have anticipated really.