So I am mulling over the word “connect” and thinking. Connect. Connections. The way we keep ourselves together with the people we love. The connections we make, even briefly, over a cup of coffee. The shake of a random hand. The connection of a smile. How we all connect in tragedy, like the way we all connected over the shootings in Arizona…
I have a million ideas throbbing around in my skull for what I would like to photograph and write about.
But, always one for new ideas, I turn to the Hotband. “Honey, when I say the word, ‘connect’, what’s the FIRST thing to pop into your head.”
Men. So simple minded. So sweet. So…so…boring.
Admittedly, I was at a loss this week. I started thinking about connection in its most simple, base terms. I thought about puzzle pieces and how they connect. I started trying to think modern and considered snapping a photograph of the tangled web of wires just below my desk…the ones that keep me connected to all of you, here, on the internet. I struggled with this concept as I was walking across the bridge at my college taking me from one side of the campus to the other, where I continue on my path of higher learning.
And then it dawns on me. Connect. Bridges connect. This bridge that I cross every day that takes me from the parking lot, where I stood with trepidation…not exactly sure that I was ready to go back to school, across to the buildings where lessons will be taught. I thought about the bridges I have built and, naturally, the ones I have burned.
I stepped off the bridge, down into the grassy area that runs along the beautiful lake at my college, defying the “Keep Off The Grass” sign. I stood among the palm trees and the lushly landscaped butterfly gardens that decorate the campus. I edged closer to the water despite the warning signs that let me know an alligator might be lurking nearby, waiting to take a nice healthy chomp out of my leg. I waited for the sun to creep a bit below the trees and bathe the bridge in its natural, warm glow.
The sun on my face felt good. The moment felt right and the sun setting reminded me that I only had a mere five minutes to get to my classroom, to begin the learning process once more. Back in school once again and on my desired path, despite my detour into forbidden territory.
Bridges connect…and this time, it is taking me where I need to be. This…is home.