At low tide the Mitchell River draws back to its channel, and a strip of sand and mud appears along the shore. A rowboat has been pulled up onto the grass at the edge of it, waiting to float again.
Bridge Street is behind this view, and its drawbridge is just off to the right, so the painting is named for where I stood rather than for what is in it.
The street was laid out in 1854, and four years later the town built the first bridge across the Mitchell, wooden and with a draw, for thirteen hundred dollars. In 1941 it was given an electric hoist and warning signals. It was rebuilt more than once after that, and it still opens to let the boats through.
Out on the water, a red buoy and a white one ride in the mooring field, and a sandbar shows itself farther off. On the far bank the trees are thick and green, and a few houses sit tucked among them.
Nothing here hurries. In a few hours the river will rise, lift the boat and cover the flats.
At low tide the Mitchell River draws back to its channel, and a strip of sand and mud appears along the shore. A rowboat has been pulled up onto the grass at the edge of it, waiting to float again.
Bridge Street is behind this view, and its drawbridge is just off to the right, so the painting is named for where I stood rather than for what is in it.
The street was laid out in 1854, and four years later the town built the first bridge across the Mitchell, wooden and with a draw, for thirteen hundred dollars. In 1941 it was given an electric hoist and warning signals. It was rebuilt more than once after that, and it still opens to let the boats through.
Out on the water, a red buoy and a white one ride in the mooring field, and a sandbar shows itself farther off. On the far bank the trees are thick and green, and a few houses sit tucked among them.
Nothing here hurries. In a few hours the river will rise, lift the boat and cover the flats.