Several years ago, every other summer evening I took my bike and set out for a ride. It was a great way to stay in shape and to meditate the days away. From a photographic point of view the setting sun shows the world in a soft light that’s very forgiving. It’s no guarantee for good pictures, though. Once in a while, however, I actually shoot something I dare to show to you.
One such is this image of this bridge on the edge of a small Dutch city. I had to see the bridge being pulled up, before I understood the what the place of this simple looking ratchet/ sprocket thingy in the grand scheme of pulling up the bridge means. It defies explanation in text.
The white mushroomy thing in the left bottom corner of the picture is a bell that rings with all the urgency of a high school bell when the bridge is either coming up or coming down.
(Factoids: it’s the Wilhelmina bridge in Leiden, built in 1963 to replace two bridges, that had been in the same spot since 1919)