On the George Washington Bridge Project: April 12, 2008
In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with The George Washington Bridge.
Time and Date of photographs: April 12, 2008, 8am, 9am and 8pm.
When we woke up, you could barely see the bridge. (But it looked great in the fog!)
The sun finally broke through and everything glistened. It looked surreal.
Tonight it was clear, which may or may not be just like the trajectory of our lives.
“The George Washington Bridge over the Hudson is the most beautiful bridge in the world. Made of cables and steel beams, it gleams in the sky like a reversed arch. It is blessed. It is the only seat of grace in the disordered city. It is painted an aluminum color and, between water and sky, you see nothing but the bent cord supported by two steel towers. When your car moves up the ramp the two towers rise so high that it brings you happiness; their structure is so pure, so resolute, so regular that here, finally, steel architecture seems to laugh. The car reaches an unexpectedly wide apron; the second tower is very far away; innumerable vertical cables, gleaming against the sky, are suspended from the magisterial curve which swings down and then up. The rose-colored towers of New York appear, a vision whose harshness is mitigated by distance.”
– Le Corbusier, When the Cathedrals Were White, 1947.
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