I was walking on a bridge on our local rail trail near Vestal, New York. It was a part that I normally don't walk on, but there was a running event where we normally walk, so we decided to go to this more secluded section.
There, I found this on a fence on one side of a bridge.
But I didn't know that then. When my spouse and I spied the locks at one end of the pedestrian bridge spanning Choconut Creek, I remembered about a bridge in Paris that had become so covered in these locks that the city had to remove them.
Turns out the love lock tradition can be damaging to both bridges and the environment.
The theory is, two lovers declare their love by fastening a lock onto a bridge (usually writing their initials on the back of the lock) and then throwing away the key. The lock rusts and weighs down the bridge. The key rusts away in the river the bridge spans.
At least, most of these lovers used key less locks. But still, the thought is a good one.
What we need now is love, sweet love.
Love can be a beautiful thing, especially in this age when hate seems to be ruling us more and more.
Thinking, as I write this , of the remaining teens and soccer coach trapped in the cave in Thailand and how the world has focused on them, and the hundreds of volunteers. And the divers (one already has died) risking their lives to save these young men. As of right now, 10 boys are out, with two boys and their coach still in the cave.
It's humbling, seeing the world pull together. If only we had a wall of locks for that.
Day 10 of the Ultimate Blog Challenge #BlogBoost