13 February 2018

Bolte Bridge across the Yarra River in Melbourne (Australia)

Once the water of the Yarra was locked in the mountains. This great expanse of water was so large that the Woiwurong had little hunting ground.  Mo-yarra, slow-and-fast-running, was the headman of the Woiwurong. He decided to free the country of the water. So he cut a channel through the hills. However only a little water followed him. At a later time the new headman of the tribe, Bar-wool, resolved again to free the land. He cut a channel up the valley with his stone axe. In Warr-an-dyte he met Yan-yan, another Woiwurong, who was busily engaged in cutting a channel for the Plenty River in order to drain Morang. They joined forces, and the waters of Moorool and Morang became Moo-rool-bark, the Place-where-the-wide-waters-were. They  had to go much slower now because the ground was much harder. They were also using up too many stone axes. At last they reached Port Phillip and the waters of Moorool and Morang rushed out. The country of the Woiwurrong was freed from water but Port Phillip was inundated.

Indigenous legend of the Yarra valley

09 February 2018

Old Bridge over the river Inn in Innsbruck (Austria)

Innsbruck, ich muss dich lassen,
ich fahr dahin mein Straßen,
in fremde Land dahin.
Mein Freud is mir genommen,
die ich nit weiß bekommen,
wo ich im Elend bin.
Innsbruck, I must leave you;
I will go my way
to foreign lands.
My joy has been taken away from me,
that I cannot achieve
while being abroad.

From a traditional song

Pont Rialto crossing the Canal de Briaire in Briaire, Loiret (France)

"Le deffunct Roy... avoit jugé‚ de pouvoir rien‚
ètre fait de plus utile et advantageux au public pour le commerce et transport des marchandises et denrées de province en autres et particuliérement en notre bonne ville de Paris que la communication des riviéres de Seine et de Loire par le moyen d'un canal navigable depuis Briaire jusques en notre ville..."

Letter by Louis XIII of France, september 1638

04 February 2018

Bridge in the Port of Ciutadella de Menorca, Balearic Islands (Spain)

Encercla l’illa amb dits de vent i espera
que els déus, benignes, vulguin apropar-te-la.
Mai no l’has vista però en tens memòria
com d’un desig que incita i crea un àmbit
propici al somni i a la melangia.
Encercla l’illa i la podràs recórrer,
tancant els ulls, des d’aquest teu silenci
sense malmetre’n la claror ni el ritme.
Lúcidament absort, pensa Menorca
sempre al límit del temps, com un fita
que recupera l’orient més càlid
i el converteix en llum meravellada,
en sorra, en mar, en pedra i en misteri.
Aquest és el tresor que cap pregunta
no posa al descobert, però que vibra
rera el secret ardent de la mirada
com un espai de fondes ressonàncies.
Pensa Menorca i digues en veu baixa
noms a l’atzar de pobles i de cales
fins que se’t transfiguri el gest i sentis
que la sang et batega a ritme d’illa.

Miquel Martí i Pol

Kaivannon Bridge in Kangasala (Finland)

Jag gungar i högsta grenen
af Harjulas högsta ås;
vidt skina de blåa vatten,
så långt de af ögat nås.
Af Längelmänvesis fjärdar
där skimrar ett silfverband,
och Roines älskliga vågor
i fjärran kyssa dess strand.

I swing in the highest branch
of Harjula's highest hill;
as far as the eye reaches.
the blue water shines.
From Längelmänvesis Bay
there is a silvery ribbon,
and Roine's lovely waves
 kiss its beach far away.
En sommardag i Kangasala (A summer day in Kangasala)
Poem by Zacharias Toopelius

29 January 2018

Glen Canyon Bridge crossing the Colorado River in the Coconino County, Arizona (United States)

"The Colorado River without dams is useless to anyone ... I've seen all the wild rivers I ever wanted to see."

Floyd Dominy, 
Bureau of Reclamation 
Commissioner, 1966 

Roman Bridge over the Lys River in Pont Saint Martin, Aosta Valley (Italy)

Montagnes valdôtaines
Vous êtes mes amours,
Hameaux, clochers, fontaines,
Vous me plairez toujours.
Rien n'est si beau que ma patrie,
Rien n'est si doux que mon amie.
Ô montagnards
Chantez en chœur de mon pays
La paix et le bonheur.
Haltelà, haltelà, haltelà
Les montagnards sont là.

Traditional song,
recognized as Aosta Valley anthem

26 January 2018

Painting with the Pont du Carrousel spanning the river Seine in Paris (France)

Upon the bridge the blind man stands alone,
Gray like a mist veiled monument he towers
As though of nameless realms the boundary stone
About which circle distant starry hours.

He seems the center around which stars glow
While all earth's ostentations surge below.

Immovably and silently he stands
Placed where the confused current ebbs and flows;
Past fathomless dark depths that he commands
A shallow generation drifting goes . .

Pont du Carrousel
Poem by Rainer Maria Rilke

13 January 2018

Giebichenstein Bridge crossing the River Saale in Halle, Saxony-Anhalt (Germany)

Da steht eine Burg überm Tale
Und schaut in den Strom hinein,
Das ist die fröhliche Saale,
Das ist der Giebichenstein.

Da hab ich so oft gestanden,
Es blühten Täler und Höhn,
Und seitdem in allen Landen
Sah ich nimmer die Welt so schön!

Bei Halle,
poem by Joseph von Eichendorff

Bridges over the Missisipi River between Iowa and Illinois (United States)

I know a place
Where there’s work to be done
Where there’s room for me
and who I want to be.
Somewhere I can do the things
I’m good enough to do.
Where I can build my tomorrow.
Where I can live with the eagles.
Fly with the eagles and be free.
Quad Cities U.S.A.
Lookin’ better every day
Quad Cities, you’re the place I want to be.
I want to be.

Quad-City theme song
Charlie Teague

08 January 2018

Footbridge near Cauterets, Hautes-Pyrenees (France)

Men go abroad to wonder at the heights of mountains, at the huge waves of the sea, at the long courses of the rivers, at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motions of the stars, and they pass by themselves without wondering.
Saint Augustine

Ranney Gorge Suspension Bridge over the Trent River in Campbellford, Ontario (Canada)

Give us a place to stand
And a place to grow
And call this land Ontario.
A place to live
For you and me
With hopes as high
As the tallest tree.
Give us a land of lakes
and a land of snow
And we will build Ontario
A place to stand, a place to grow
Ontari-ari-ari-o !

A place to stand
Ontario unofficial anthem

Bridges spanning the River Liffey in Dublin (Ireland)

The Liffey hides
the long ships, the muskets and the burning domes.
Everything but this momentary place. And those
versions of the Irish rain
which change the features
of a granite face.

In a poem by Eavan Boland

27 November 2017

Pont Neuf crossing the Seine River in Paris (France) painted by Georges B.

Henri IV visited the unfinished bridge during its construction, and impressed the workmen by effortlessly leaping the vast gaps between the pillars standing in the river. The sight must have been hugely reassuring to Parisians – following a string of at best ineffectual and at worst disastrously weak monarchs – and an enduring love affair between the people and Henri took root.

Legend about the Pont Neuf

19 November 2017

Varadin Bridge over the Danube River in Novi Sad (Serbia)

"...When we crawled up the hill, below us in the dawn, was pointed out the Danube, gray, misty. All this fog, behind which you could see the sky was immense and endless! Green hills, like islands above the earth, disappearing as early as dawn..."

About the Danube in Serbia
in a writing by Milos Crnjanski

Brooklyn Bridge between Manhattan and Brooklyn in New York (United States)

“New York is an ugly city, a dirty city. Its climate is a scandal, its politics are used to frighten children, its traffic is madness, its competition is murderous.
But there is one thing about it - once you have lived in New York and it has become your home, no place else is good enough.” 

John Steinbeck

17 November 2017

Vysocina Bridge spanning the valley of the Oslava River in Velke Mezirici (Czech Republic)

I know a glade, spring crystal clear,
in deepest woodland, crowned
by shady ferns in silhouettes,
red heather all around.

There thirsty hinds and songbirds sip,
by the old sycamore,
the birds by blazing light of day,
the hinds by night, no more.

Once the deep woods to dreams succumb,
everything hushed and still,
the heaven’s dome and woodland spring
with golden starlight fill

From czech writer Jósef Vaclav Sládek

08 November 2017

Bridges over the Moldava River in Prague (Czech Republic)

Behold, Prague! – Vision sparkles, blearing – Prague!
The name alone sings. The mere sound of it
rapturously gets down into the strings of the Czech spirit
and sets the heart beating a thunderous throb.
Let foreign pilgrims take your modest measurements
and scorn, Prague, your graying robes:
to us in your beauty, ancient gloom
you are luscious Naples, you are proud Rome! 

Poem by Svatopluk Cech

29 October 2017

Shinkyo Sacred Bridge over the river Daiya in the Futurasan Shrine, Nikko (Japan)

A priest named Shōdō and his followers climbed Mt. Nantai in the year 766 to pray for national prosperity. However, they could not cross the fast flowing Daiya River. Shōdō prayed and a 10 foot tall god named Jinja-Daiou appeared with two snakes twisted around his right arm. Jinja-Daiou released the blue and red snakes and they transformed themselves into a rainbow-like bridge covered with sedge, which Shōdō and his followers could use to cross the river. That is why this bridge is sometimes called Yamasugeno-jabashi, which means the "Snake Bridge of Sedge"

Legend of Shinkyo Bridge

28 October 2017

Painting of the Pont d'Espagne in Cauterets, Hautes Pyréneés (France)

Sur ces monts des pins aussi vieux que le monde
A leur pied se dèploi una pleinte féconde
Au mileu de ces champs paraissent des hamaux,
de bergers fortunés de nombreux troupaux

From Les Pyréneés de la Bigorre
by Arnaud Abbadie

Centennial Bridge over the Mississippi River between Rock Island (Illinois) and Davenport (Iowa) in the United States

...The Pacific Railroad proper finds its terminus at this important Nebraska town. Omaha is connected with Chicago by the Chicago and Rock Island Railroad, which runs directly east, and passes fifty stations.
A train was ready to start when Mr. Fogg and his party reached the station, and they only had time to get into the cars....

From Around the world in eighty days
by Jules Verne

Rachel Carson Bridge crossing the Allegheny River in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania (United States)

“It is a wholesome and necessary thing for us to turn again to the earth and in the contemplation of her beauties to know the sense of wonder and humility. ” 

Rachel Carson

20 October 2017

Saint Nazaire Bridge over the Loire River between Saint Nazaire and Saint Brevin les Pins, Loire Atlantique (France)

Je chante pour la Loire
Qui coule sans répit
Je berce dans le soir,
La loire dans son lit.

Je chante ses bâtisses
Et ses manoirs anciens.
J'admire ses esquisses,
Poètes, musiciens.

Je chante ses Eglises,
Ses Chapelles et Croix.
J'invite ses Marquises,
Ses Comtes et ses Rois.

Poeme Je chante pour la Loire
Dominique Simonet

30 August 2017

Bridge over the Pregolya River in Kaliningrad, old Königsberg (Russia)

The origins of graph theory are humble, even frivolous …  The problems which led to the development of graph theory were often little more than puzzles, designed to test the ingenuity rather than the stimulate the imagination.  But despite the apparent triviality of such puzzles, they captured the interest of mathematicians, with the result that graph theory has become a subject rich in theoretical results of a surprising variety and depth. 

Leonard Euler, about the Königsberg Bridge Problem, origin of Graph Theory

17 August 2017

Golztsch Viaduct over the Golztsch River Valley between Mylkau and Netzschkau, Saxony (Germany)

Vogtlandheimat traut und schön, Land der frischen grünen Auen. deine waldumrauschten Höhn tief hinab zu Tale schauen, wie ein Spielzeug hingestreut, sind die Dörfer mit den Hütten, drinnen wohnen schlichte Leut, mit viel Fleiß und guten Sitten
Deine Scholle rauh und hart, ist nicht sonderauserkoren, doch wir sind nach Väter Art, Heimat ewig dir verschworen, wer im Grunde dich erschließt, fragt nach keiner süßen Labe, liebt dich wie du grade bist, und vermißt doch keine Gabe.

Lyrics of traditional Vogtlandlied