More often than not these days, in my attempts to fend of...

More often than not these days, in my attempts to fend off the tide of insalubrious news coming from my TV, radio and phone, I go walking beside my local river, hoping to embroil myself in the natural elements of water, birdsong and sunlight. A few days ago, I went to a less familiar stretch and I stumbled upon a heavy-set railway bridge running over the waterway. Nothing about the bridge struck me as attractive as I ducked beneath its iron girders; it was low, muscular and moderately oppressive. What struck me was its similarity to a bridge that Claude Monet painted several times during the 1870s. Monet’s bridge crossed the River Seine on the outskirts of Paris, and also carried a railway track for trains going to and from the city. #Share Your Art #Test Community Hub christopherpjones.medium...