country bridges
when thought bubbles take their shapes above my head oftentimes their contents are country bridges.
I imagine myself as one, resilient, standing the test of time. Country bridges are old, wise, sturdy. No matter how many vehicles pass over them they still stand never faltering.
I am not a country bridge.
If anything I’m some sort of prefabricated steel building that’s sold on the television late at night.
1-800-NOTWORTHYOURHARDEARNEDMONEY.
Like those “easy to assemble” buildings I’m unreliable. I’m hurried and thrown together. When winds blow too hard I don’t stand in place but am shifted from side to side and sometimes flipped completely on top of myself.
I’m not a good shelter. Perhaps an ok place to store things not quite nice enough to bring inside but certainly not a place you’d lay your head.
For you I want to be a country bridge. We passed over a few today. I regret not taking a picture.
Citizen Wausau » Blog Archive » Your Voice: July 7 said:
[…] In all seriousness it’s a bit of both. I want something Wausau can’t give me: a career in narrative film. While I had a lot of great support from the community to make Microcosm, my landlord just doesn’t take great support to pay the bills. Sadly, I have to go to where the jobs are, where the connections can be made and where I can get paid to get creative rather than spray video. That’s not to say that I haven’t had plenty of opportunities to be creative as a photojournalist. But the jump from photojournalist to filmmaker is nigh impossible, especially in an area in which there are no commercial film or television productions. • I believe country bridges are a metaphor in this post by christopher. […]
July 7th, 2008 at 8:22 pm #