September 28, 2014

The Middle Bridge in Woodstock, Vermont, draws countless camera lenses throughout the year.  Today, Sunday, September 28, tour bus riders came to record their moment at the town's central covered bridge, as they will through the rest of the foliage season, and beyond.  January brides and grooms freeze in front of the structure.  In the past days, I've seen iPads, iPhones and ordinary cameras pointed at the bridge.  It means New England, Vermont, Woodstock.

I walk my dog across the bridge most days.  Just a few hundred yards from my home, the Middle Bridge affords a crossing of the Ottauquechee River toward the sidewalks, park and River Street cemetery on the other side.

With this post, I begin a project.  To post every day, or almost, a photo not of the bridge, but of a view from the bridge, the sight of the river flowing toward the east.  The shot above came at about 4 p.m. today, a warm one for late September in Vermont.

In addition to the photo, taken from my iPhone, I will share brief reflections on the river, the sky, the rocks, the people, the birds, and the meaning of them all for me on a particular day.

I began taking the daily shots on September 13.  Here is that first one from two weeks and a day ago.

Already, the leaves have changed to be close to peak colors and the river is down.

A Greek philosopher Heraclitus said you cannot step into the same river twice.  This blog will show you cannot take a picture of the same river twice, either.