"The bridge swings over the stream 'with ease and power.' It does not just connect banks that are already there. The banks emerge as banks only as the bridge crosses the stream. The bridge expressly causes them to lie across from each other. One side is set off against the other by the bridge. Nor do the banks stretch along the stream as indifferent border strips of the dry land. With the banks, the bridge brings to the stream the one and the other expanse of the landscape lying behind them. It brings stream and bank and land into each other's neighborhood. The bridge gathers the earth as landscape around the stream. Thus it guides and attends the stream through the meadows [...]. The bridge lets the stream run its course and at the same time grants mortals their way, so that they may come and go from shore to shore."
- "Building Dwelling Thinking"
"The hydroelectric plant is not built into the Rhine River as was the old wooden bridge that joined bank with bank for hundreds of years. Rather, the river is dammed up into the power plant. What the river is now, namely, a water supplier, derives from the essence of the power station [...]. The Rhine is still a river in the landscape, is it not? Perhaps. But how? In no other way than as an object on call for inspection by a tour group ordered there by the vacation industry."
- "The Question Regarding Technology"
Now, my photo and my poem below: "Enmarcar."
Enmarcar
Invierno: a slender silence se encoge
de las orillas.
Primavera: confident, it rushes white to green,
it carries casas y cardones en una ola agridulce.
Verano: it finds its backbone again beneath
the barro satisfecho y saturado.
Otoño: "¡viento, viento, traéme aguacero!"
another letter, another year, another bridge
to pass under.
