So, this guy I know here in town posted this picture on Facebook. I’m not putting it up over here, because I didn’t ask him if I could and he is, apparently, mid-walk, so I can’t ask him now.
But I still want to talk about it, because it makes me so happy. So, yes, to start with, the filter he’s using makes the picture almost look like a drawing, like, if you were going to read a fairytale about Nashville, the protagonist would have to cross this bridge in order for the story to properly start. This picture would be the first illustration in the text. I love the craggly tree on the left, which, you know, is going to fill with crows just as you’re starting to step onto the bridge.
I love that the bridge looks like it cannot possibly be a bridge that exists in the world. And I love that I know right where that bridge is. I love the double x-es in the support of the bridge, which seems to indicate that crossing the bridge is a bad idea. I love the warm glow of the concrete path that still entices you to walk over it.
I love the double layer of fencing that suggests something is being held back, that, by crossing the bridge, you’re going into a place full of forces that take a lot to keep them from leaking into our world.
And when I write about Nashville, this is so what I want it to be like–like something ordinary has had the right light shined on it, the right filter placed on it, so that you can see it for the mystery it could have, if only someone would imbue it with some.