Bridges

I intentionally took pictures of covered bridges while in New Hampshire.  It was just one of those things I sought out.  I captured 3.  I saw 6.  Covered bridges have an old New England feel to them, and up until this past trip to NH I did not have strong feelings toward New Hampshire, outside of the fact that I was born there and grew up there.  But, as in my last blog, it is easy to overlook those things that are so close to you.  I grew up so close to the Smith Bridge that I could see it out my bedroom window, and we in fact lived on Smith Bridge Road.  But it was not very lovely to me then.  I wish it was.  But it was not.

Another quaint bridge is the Campton Covered Bridge.  (If I have the name wrong on this one, please feel free to correct me),  This one was about a 10 minute drive from my NH home growing up.  I think I saw it 3 times in 15 years.  And, it was insignificant.  What was I thinking, and how could I be so blind to all of these interesting and historic sights?

The 3rd bridge that I captured is in Littleton, NH.  It is a foot bridge, so no cars allowed!  It has such picturesque scenery so one can not help but pull out the camera on the trek across and capture a babbling brook (there are only brooks in NH, no creek's for all you Midwesterner's reading).  This one is outside of my grandmother's assisted living facility so she has a lovely view every day!  The brook there I am sure is intertwined (due to her lack of memory) with the one next to her home in Rumney, NH...how great to live by such beautiful God-made beauty! In the words of Leeann Womack, "I hope I never loose the sense of wonder".


My beautiful Grandma who is not a bridge, but helped to etch the (eventual) appreciation of NH in me.



I am sure there are some great and wise words to combine bridges with life, but for now, I am going to leave it at this.  I have a new found appreciation for quaint New Hampshire covered bridges and hope my eyes are continually opened to every day ordinary wonder.