Tuesday, October 13, 2015

Bonta Bridge

While digging through photos, looking for paint-spiration, I dug up some old New York photos.

I grew up in a van house down by the river.  Seneca River - in the Finger Lakes region of upstate New York.
our backyard was just around the bend  
Seneca river creeping on our backyard

The Finger Lakes region is really beautiful.  I totally took it for granted growing up.  Winter was brutal, but summers at the lake were awesome.  Our neighbors had a boat, and sometimes we'd cruise around Cross Lake. 
sailing in the dinghy

We lived near Bonta Bridge. It's this super old little one lane truss bridge.  (The kind that is criss-crossed metal beams where you can see through down to the river.)  If two cars met halfway, one of you was going to have to go in reverse all the way back.
photo credit: bridgehunter.com

I must have gone over that bridge at least ten thousand times.  I can still hear the hum the car would make going over the metal beams.
I dug out an old picture and did a quick painting:
12" x 12" x 0.5" acrylic on canvas

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