Crossed the Rip Van Winkle Bridge as if in a dream right along with Rip. No anxiety whatsoever. Maybe it’s all the writing about bridges that’s put me in a trance? Maybe I’m too focused on taking a few pictures? A good distraction perhaps.
I like the symmetry and industrial look of the cantilevers. If the quality were better I could see making it into a larger print.
Of course the Rip Van Winkle is named for the Washington Irving character who slumbered for years in the Catskill Mountains waking up to a completely different world around him. While I don’t think I’m magically waking up a different person without a fear of bridges, I do think recent crossings haven’t felt so stressful.
Exiting the bridge through the quaint plaza into Catskill feels like you’re entering another time … a tranquil, bucolic place.