The other evening, while JD, CJ and I were in the living room, and the little guy was asleep for the night, JD was looking at our living room gallery wall, when he stated: “Wow, we have a lot of bridges in our house.” I turned to look to the wall, where I realized, huh, that’s so weird, we totally do. Most of the pictures weren’t chosen because there were bridges in them – it just so happened, for most of them, a bridge was part of the landscape.
I took a tally: there are 8 separate pictures of a bridge in our home. Eight. Ocho. Now, some repeat (here’s looking at you, Charles Bridge of Prague) but we’ve got some architectural beasts covered here, too. We’re talking multiple bridges over troubled and calm waters…the 59th Street bridge and feeling groovy…yeah, I’ve got a bevy of corny and appropriate puns to go along with it.
So, just because I found it slightly fascinating that we seem to subconsciously dig bridges in this house, here they are:
59th Street Bridge (No disrespect meant to the memory of Mayor Koch, but this can never be the Ed Koch Bridge for me…like, ever.)
The Tower Bridge
The Brooklyn Bridge
Central Park Bridge
I’ve also noticed we have a lot of framed maps, whether literal, school-type maps, or graphically designed art-ish maps. What’s that all about?
Has anyone else ever noticed a trend like that in your framed items and pictures? A repeating theme? A repeating person? It’s interesting how that can quietly sneak up on you.