The People's Bridge
1 Mar 2012
On a cold, blustery Sunday, my mother and I decided to take a brisk walk around Harrisburg. I have frequented this city so many time, but have never taken the time to breathe in it's magnificent architecture and soak in the history that makes it the capital of Pennsylvania.Seeing as the city was below 30 degrees that day and I was severely under-dressed, we got the most we could out of our short jaunt.
Our first stop was the People's Bridge. It was erected in the 1889 and mainly used as a vehicular bridge that connected the east and west shores. In 1972 Hurricane Agnes weakened the bridge. It was no longer safe for vehicular passage and was turned into a walking and cycling bridge.
As we walked onto the bridge that day with a multitude of other walkers that were even more under-dressed than I was, it was easy to see why this was called The People's Bridge. If this bridge could talk I am sure it would tell me all kinds of stories. I imagined conversations by business women, dressed in their business suits and sneakers, power walking. Maybe the pitter patter of kids running across screaming in delight.
The bridge itself is magnificent in all of its cold, cast iron rigidness. A beautiful specimen of architecture at its finest.
I happened to have my good camera with me that day and the weather was cooperating which was delightful. Other than it being freezing, it was a crisp clear day. Perfect for taking picture and letting mother nature do what she does best, shine.
Looking across the bridge was breath taking. Not only was I standing on one of the oldest bridge structures in Harrisburg, but from where I was standing I could see four other stone arch bridge structures. Each one reflecting its beauty into the water below. Looking up, I saw the flawless blue sky lined with black iron. I snapped a few pictures from that angle as well because as a photographer, you never know what gems you will get until you get home.
After crossing the bridge, we walked towards City Island where we got a full panoramic shot of the city skyline, bridges and all. It was just marvelous to stand there and take it all in. By then my fingers were numb, red and ready for some warmth. More pictures would have to be saved for another day. A warmer day. We headed back and in my mind all I could think about were the little presents that lay waiting for me on my camera card. Taking photographs to me, is like Christmas. Sometimes you get some good presents and other times you get some not so good presents and other times you get presents are just so utterly amazing you can't even speak.