Thursday’s Special: Restoration (Guest Challenge by Restless Jo)

This time on Thursday’s Special Challenge the ‘lady of the manor’ is a fellow blogger – the one and only Restless Jo. She inspires us to think of a restored property that we would like to share, or maybe one that’s in need of love and attention, so…this is what came to my mind…

All my life I have had (and always will have) a “special relationship” with Kuldīga – a town in western Latvia therefore I decided to make this post a little about it. For the first time Kuldīga was mentioned in 1242. In the 17th century it was one of the capitals of the Duchy of Courland, and today the town is proudly called “the pearl of Kurzeme” (Courland). One of the main symbols of Kuldīga for many years has been the old masonry arch bridge across the river Venta.

bridge_before_restor

The red brick bridge was built in 1874, and it was done, according to the 19th century standards – 500 feet long and 26 feet wide, for two carriages to pass each other. It consisted of seven spans of brick vaults, and during the World War I two of the spans were blown up (you can see them renovated in much more pale colour also in the photo above).

bridge_blownupImage courtesy: the archives of Google

The bridge was renovated in 2009-2010, and to this day, being 164m long, it is the third longest brick bridge in Europe.

bridge_after_restor

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Līgo Haibun Challenge – Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair…

It is a choice between “bridge” and “fountain” on Līgo Haibun Challenge this week and quite naturally I ended up with the first one…

There’ re so many bridges around – the visible and invisible ones. Connecting places, people and even incompatible things. Teaching and challenging or simply letting to enjoy.

Music is one of those bridges and it reaches us from everywhere. From the waves, curling around the sandcastles. The playful breeze, running through branches and leaving soft whispers behind. The buzz of bees in splendor of a meadow. From clattering of storks and songs of cicadas. An echo, leaving and returning to the sun glazed mountain top. From the way a sudden storm hits the city and droplets hiss on ignited cobblestones. From cherries, bursting on tongue and inevitable dripping of ice-cream through fingertips. From laughter and conversations, lasting long after sunset. And even from warm, comfortable silence…

bridge of rainbow
droplets play a song
on wind chimes

sultry night
cicadas and me
on the same wavelength

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PS: Since I had a “clean” musical post on mind when I started to write, I still will attach another Fabulous Five (bridges) of mine here –  the summery ones. They still seem to fit the theme…