Another Spring Thing

A few days ago, I stopped by the side of the road in North Tisbury, which some still call Middletown, to take some pictures of work the Massachusetts State Highway crew had done on the bridge over the Mill Brook.

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This is a fine old bridge. If you look carefully in the left hand side of the underbridge, you’ll see where concrete changes to stone. The stone is a centuries-old cut-granite bridge, from when a single-lane road was sufficient.

Maybe I should say what the State Highway folks had done “to” the bridge, because what they did was kind of a hack job. I’ll leave out the rest of the story of “why” the State crew did the work, and what they did, since it would be almost all digression. I wouldn’t want to digress too much at the start of a post.

I crossed the bridge, to get a shot of the work from the other side.

On the way back I saw a spring underneath the bridge railing.

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What the highway crew did. Note: you can see the spring in between two of the steel “I” posts in the grey, tamped area. You can see the spring now, but at that point in time, I had not seen the spring. Isn’t it wonderful how a photograph can show you the future, as well as the past?

The spring was a nice, big spring. Probably a car spring of some sort. I have no idea who put it there, or why, if it even was put there on purpose. When I saw the spring, I wanted it. I decided immediately that it was a case of “finders keepers”.

I hope the loser of the spring is not weeping.

(If it’s your spring, and you want it, you can have it back. Just get in touch.)

I had no notion of what to do with the spring, and when I got back to the car, I put it in the footwell of the front passenger side.

Two days later, in the early night, sitting around after supper, the first use idea came to me.

A present! For my wife!

It was the first day of “Spring”, after all.

I snuck outside, got the spring from the car, brought it inside (behind my back), and wrapped it up in a piece of newspaper. Then knelt before my wife, and presented the mysterious package to her. She uncovered the spring, murmured some appropriate words I can’t remember exactly, but part of what she said was on the order of, “Happy spring to you, too, honey…”.

We’ve lived together long enough that I don’t need to say anything much when I do something like this.

She understands.

After the presentation ceremony, I lugged the spring into the hall near the woodstovestove, and realized that yes, it was still the first day of spring, and that the spring needed to be honored and memorialized with a photo shoot. There was still time to take pictures and to send them to some honored, spring-loving friends.

I did that, and now it’s time to turn them into a ‘pile post.

To share the images with a different group of eyes.

Here are the 2013 “Happy Spring” pictures from the tompostpile.

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Click click click.

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It’s fun looking at something and letting it take you where it will.

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Like I said.

Happy Spring.

2 responses to “Another Spring Thing

  1. LOVE it. Just my kind of gifting. On a slightly, OK, VERY different note, your header picture terrifies me. I can’t wait to get to the blog so I don’t have to see it. I have had a fear of big waves forever. But I recognize that great drawing of apples..no fear of apples.

    Barbara Beichek

    • The waves were a telephoto shot from the day after Storm Sandy, when the ocean was still awash over the Quansoo Cut area. The apple drawing is from our natural history drawing class. I have changed the header photo. Fear of waves is cymophobia. Fear of birds is ornithophobia. Turkey Family is Meleagrididae. So fear of turkeys could be meleagridiphobia? I hope you’re not afraid of turkeys.

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