There are long ones. There are high ones. Across rivers, across imposing Alpine valleys. There are ones made out of concrete, ancient ones from the times of the Roman empire that are made of stone, wooden ones and more and more that are made of robust steel. Most of them are solid, built for the ages. Some of them are flexible and swinging. The big ones: for cars. The smaller ones: for pedestrians, bikers and – not to forget – cows. Some have a backstory that was filled with strong enthusiasm, the spirit of renewal. Welcomed structures to overcome wild geographic obstacles. Some, may they never be forgotten, were built under different conditions. Forced Labor. Autobahnen. Dark times. Very dark times. This one above is my favourite one right now. Strange angles meet a pretty unique style that actually contains two interlocking frameworks. Well-built and not too pretentious. I really it. I really like bridges.