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On The Bridge

On The Bridge
On The Bridge

On The Bridge

On the bridge. It’s that odd glowing light and the stark shapes of the bench and post and paved street and wall, the darkness beyond, that makes it seem like it may be an execution.

Another from Instagram

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Bridges

car crossing onto bridge
car crossing onto bridge

Entering the arch.

I got stuck in traffic on a sunny day, taken on a detour of about three miles over the course of an hour, so I took pictures.

Pittsburgh’s 16th Street Bridge is on the National Register of Historic Places and is an interesting structure, unlike other single through-arch bridges, this one is a double arch, and the arches are lower, with stone pillars holding metal sculptures at each end. It’s painted yellow like so many of our bridges.

I really wanted to get this shot without the car in front of me—impossible because of the slowly moving line of traffic—but when I looked at the photos I found I liked the car where it was.


Overarching

crossing the west end bridge in pittsburgh

Overarching

Pittsburgh has many bridges, not just these big spans on the big rivers, but small ones, too, that you don’t even realize you’re crossing. This particular span  is the West End Bridge, called a “bowstring arch bridge”, one of several crossing the three rivers in Pittsburgh.

If I think too long about crossing a bridge as I’m crossing I’ll start to feel a little panic, especially after seeing the bridge in Minneapolis simply ripple and collapse. After learning about bridges, though, I am comforted by the fact that the slight downward pressure caused by the miniscule weight of my 1995 Ford Escort helps to pull the vertical cords taught taking the pressure with it, pulling the upper arch slightly downward and sending the pressure out the ends toward the earth on either side of the bridge.

If that just confuses you, don’t worry, just remember that you’re relatively safe when crossing the river on one of these bridges.