Every once in a while, I come across fascinating manmade structures in nature. Though seemingly untouched, our world often bears the mark of human intervention. During a recent road trip through Oregon, I stumbled upon an intriguing sight: an old steel railroad bridge spanning the Nehalem River.
One afternoon, while driving home from Portland, Oregon, I took the scenic coastal route, heading towards Highway 101 via Highway 26. Along the way, I noticed a sign for the Lower Nehalem Road turnoff, piquing my curiosity. Consulting my maps, I discovered that this road led to the coast. Embracing the spirit of adventure, I veered off the main highway and embarked on the secondary road.
As I journeyed further, I stumbled upon the old steel railroad bridge gracefully spanning the Nehalem River. Intrigued, I couldn’t resist the urge to explore its photographic potential. It was early spring, and the surrounding foliage had just begun to bud, creating a fresh and vibrant atmosphere.
When capturing the image of the bridge, I decided to present it in black and white. This choice allowed me to accentuate the monochromatic nature of the still-recovering forest following the winter season. I also chose a square format for the photograph, which helped minimize the chaotic surroundings, focusing the viewer’s attention on the bridge’s intricate structure.
The bridge itself exuded a sense of history and resilience. Its weathered steel beams and aged wooden planks stood as a testament to the passage of time. As I framed the shot, I couldn’t help but wonder about the trains that once traveled across this very structure, transporting goods and people and connecting communities.
The old steel railroad bridge on the Nehalem River reminds us of our intertwined relationship with the environment in a world where pristine wilderness can be deceiving. It symbolizes both the influence of human touch and the enduring power of nature. Through my photograph, I aim to capture the essence of this intriguing juxtaposition.
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