Of Old Railways and Bridges
April 1, 2008 by igme
New England, specifically the state of Maine, afforded me to take a
glimpse not only of the cottage-style houses found in the rustic towns,
but also of railways and bridges. If this would have been another
booming city, these structures would have been torn down.
Something
I learned about myself when I cross under them, I just feel "weird."
It’s something ethereal, enigmatic, and romantic. Like I’m hearing
age-old stories told to me again, the keeper of their secrets.
