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The Bridge of Love-Le Pont Des Arts, Paris. Every lock on this bridge represents a story, each one different and while sometimes similar, always unique. I came across Jodie yesterday evening, a young woman from Australia beginning a many month trip around the world. She seemed deep in thought as she held onto a lock on the bridge and only moments later she through the key over the rail into the Seine. Before she got up to leave, she turned to me and told me that she had placed a lock on the bridge for her and her boyfriend Alexander who she wouldn't see for a long time before returning home. This moment made me think for a second about how much we take for granted in this digital age the immediacy of communication-and it made me think of my own young adult life when we still wrote letters and posted them and waited for one to return. It made me think of my great, great grandfather who left Scotland to go and work a team of horses taking men to mine gold in Australia in the mid 1800's, before returning to marry the daughter of the aristocrat he worked for back in Scotland, and their eventual move to America when he was shunned by her family for being a commoner. LIfe is made of up of stories, and photographs, like locks on a bridge, represent a symbol of how they live on. (Photo and comment by Peter Turnley)
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