You can take the transgrrl out of Sarnia, but you can't...

[bcholmes]

The lobby of my building seems to have some kind of art-of-the-month subscription. Every month or two, they take away the art that hangs on the lobby's walls and new pieces come in. Yeah, I know...

Anyway, in the last day or two, new pieces have been put in, including one piece that caught my eye. The picture shows two bridges, towering to left and right of the photographer, and then disappearing into fog. I took a look at it this morning as I was heading out for art supplies (for my class) and fair trade coffee.

That's Sarnia, I thought to myself. It's the Blue Water Bridge, which has become two bridges in the time since I lived there.

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[hobbitbabe.livejournal.com]

I've driven across that bridge once at 5 am with a former partner, kid, and friend, motored the boat bought by the kid on ebay back beside the bridge on that same trip, and sailed/motored under it with that former partner as part of an overnight passage from Goderich to Lake Erie as our relationship fell apart. Magical, exciting, and fraught, all of the above, and that's what I'd remember if I saw a photo.

But for you ... I guess that would be if there suddenly appeared here a photograph of the bridge or monument that were iconic of my home town. It would be some abstract pretty landscape for everyone else, and would be extremely reminiscent for me. Weird.