Bridges Over the Winooski

December 6, 2014

A grey, damp day clung to my sleeve like a beggar. I had some time on my hands after my meeting finished in Montpelier, and after a short phone conversation with my girlfriend I was convinced to take out my cell phone and photograph the many bridges over the Winooski river and its north branch in Vermont’s quaint capitol city, Montpelier.

Everything around me spoke of black and white. I changed the setting on my new iPhone 6 and started to walk. I love this new iPhone. It’s opened up all sorts of photographic possibilities for me in places I just can’t sling my Nikon SLR over my shoulder. I’ve been astounded by the quality of its pictures, as well.

All pictures in this post are from my iPhone.

I am recalling now as I write this post that as I was plying the streets of Montpelier I had Bob Dylan’s I Am a Lonesome Hobo playing in my head. I think I thought myself somewhat of a lonesome hobo in this new lifestyle of mine where I live in the Barre/Montpelier area during the week and return to my home in Dummerston, Vermont, on the weekends.

The bridges of Montpelier and the Winooski River.

I am a lonesome hobo
Without family or friends
Where another man’s life might begin
That’s exactly where mine ends

State Capitol 1

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I have tried my hand at bribery
Blackmail and deceit
And I’ve served time for ev’rything
’Cept beggin’ on the street
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Side Street

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Well, once I was rather prosperous
There was nothing I did lack
I had fourteen-karat gold in my mouth
And silk upon my back

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Canal

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But I did not trust my brother
I carried him to blame
Which led me to my fatal doom
To wander off in shame

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Walkway

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Kind ladies and kind gentlemen
Soon I will be gone

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Upriver

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But let me just warn you all
Before I do pass on

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The Railroad

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Stay free from petty jealousies
Live by no man’s code

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Lens through the Bridge

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And hold your judgment for yourself
Lest you wind up on this road

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Double Bridge

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Icy Morning

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Railroad Bridge

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For this last shot of the railroad bridge I lingered outside an old wooden gate at a home by the river. I knew the only way I would be able to photograph the bridge was if I went in through the gate and trespassed across the backyard. I decided not to and turned around. Just as I did an old man swung the gate open from the other side. He said hello to me in a friendly manner and asked what I was doing. I showed him the pictures of bridges on my phone and told him I was photographing bridges over the Winooski River around Montpelier. He said I needed to photograph the railroad bridge behind his house. He ushered me through the gate and engaged me in an animated conversation. He pointed to the embankment at the lower part of his property by the riverside. He said, “That’s our beach. It changes every year.”

Meet Rex.

Rex

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All content Copyrighted © Stephen Tavella

2 thoughts on “Bridges Over the Winooski

  1. Steve, you are an amazing photographer. I enjoy reading your posts and seeing your beautiful photos. Thank you for sharing!

    God bless you big!
    Anne

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