Bridges, aren't they beautiful? Have you ever seen an ugly one?
Bridges reach out over thin air to a destination. They are a human way of reaching out to make contact. No matter their size you always want to look at them. They link islands, span shipping channels, cross raging rivers... and train lines.
When we were children, although there were swings and other stuff nearby, we always played in the stream; searching out flat stepping stones, mud dams, but if we were lucky enough to find a piece of wood long enough, we would build a bridge. Even if the pieces weren't long enough, it didn't stop us from trying. Although there were swings and other stuff nearby, we always played in the stream.
Over the years I think of all the people I have met and wanted to keep in touch with. We exchanged addresses and even telephone numbers. But generally, we never quite get around to making contact. The links we had in common are gone. I tell myself, "I'll do it this afternoon, maybe tomorrow, on Sunday when calls are free." How will I start the conversation? What if they are busy? What if I wake the baby? All these 'what if's.' Now I'm getting older, what if someone's died?
Facebook, Twitter, mobile phone texting and all this modern technology sometimes gets bad press. They're no different to anything else. Whenever something becomes popular, there is always someone there to decry it and criticise. But these technologies are our way of reaching out and making contact with people. Our way of saying, we are here and want to remain friends. You can add a comment to their 'thread.' Send them a message. If you don't know what to say you can always just 'poke' them. Reminds me of nodding at someone in the street as you pass by. No need for words, just a simple acknowledgement.
Facebook et al, are our bridges, our beautiful bridges. Lets use them, not abuse them.
http://www.newportpast.com/bridges/town_bridge/index.php
Bridges reach out over thin air to a destination. They are a human way of reaching out to make contact. No matter their size you always want to look at them. They link islands, span shipping channels, cross raging rivers... and train lines.
When we were children, although there were swings and other stuff nearby, we always played in the stream; searching out flat stepping stones, mud dams, but if we were lucky enough to find a piece of wood long enough, we would build a bridge. Even if the pieces weren't long enough, it didn't stop us from trying. Although there were swings and other stuff nearby, we always played in the stream.
Over the years I think of all the people I have met and wanted to keep in touch with. We exchanged addresses and even telephone numbers. But generally, we never quite get around to making contact. The links we had in common are gone. I tell myself, "I'll do it this afternoon, maybe tomorrow, on Sunday when calls are free." How will I start the conversation? What if they are busy? What if I wake the baby? All these 'what if's.' Now I'm getting older, what if someone's died?
Facebook, Twitter, mobile phone texting and all this modern technology sometimes gets bad press. They're no different to anything else. Whenever something becomes popular, there is always someone there to decry it and criticise. But these technologies are our way of reaching out and making contact with people. Our way of saying, we are here and want to remain friends. You can add a comment to their 'thread.' Send them a message. If you don't know what to say you can always just 'poke' them. Reminds me of nodding at someone in the street as you pass by. No need for words, just a simple acknowledgement.
Facebook et al, are our bridges, our beautiful bridges. Lets use them, not abuse them.
http://www.newportpast.com/bridges/town_bridge/index.php
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