water in the city

I love cities with water flowing through them. You stick your nose out of the door and voilà, somethings strange happens. A small pilot boat dragging two huge cranes in the sunset...

I love the reflections on the water, the activity on the water..
The tall ships I can actually see from my bedroom window and sometimes i see a glimps of the water mirroring the sky.

So the cranes disappear into the distance, soon to stand sleeping in the mild summer like night.

The problem is when I look at the tall ships, I also can see the smoke rising from the nuclear power plant at the edge of a million people's town.

No nuclear energy - change to solar and wind.

Sunrise at the Ohio

Sunrise, just behind Patriot on the scenic byway along the Ohio, is a quaint small rather artsy town. The majestic Mississippi boat which never arrived in Madison because of the fog was discovered here.

Houses and streets are well kept and decorated. It looks neat, like for culturally minded baby boomers. But alas, here too the economic crises is all too visible: The national bank of Sunrise is up for sale.

Old man river: The Mississippi

Rivers, each different in mood, in speed. The greenish steel bridges however are similar or even the same. The martins are building their nest on the underside of the bridge so big swarms flock around bringing new life.
The river with its highs and lows carries driftwood, or floods the land, killing some trees while depositing good topsoil.

 The river itself runs muddy and dark, maybe that is why I feel the atmosphere is darker and broodier than along the Ohio, which seems to stream faster.

Bridges for crossings and new horizons are beautiful symbols and real objects from another dimension, belonging to land, water and air.