Northern exposure part 2: a retrospect
It’s been just over a week since I visited the monster bridge that dominates the tiny town of Bucksport in Maine last Friday. I really enjoyed that part of the trip, despite the creepiness and knowing that this lethal monster would be chained. It was a real paradox, an odd juxtaposition between serene and stunning beauty and an oppressive monument of death that lords over a seemingly peaceful riverside village. It is a visually stunning monster that hides there in plain sight, its dark secret unknown by most. Although that may change now that it wears the shackles of its confinement like a manacled convict in prison garb.
I was never expecting to ever be able to see or cross the Penobscot Narrows Bridge again, but my husband has been saying that he hopes we can return to Maine next summer for the lobster festival. That means I’d be able to revisit the monster, and perhaps photograph it in different lighting. Apparently there is another bridge not far from it that has historically been the setting for the same sorts of horrors. It too was chained a few years ago. Hopefully I can also visit that one.
Here is a gallery where I have lots of other pictures of this monster bridge: