These are the wires and the hinge on just one side of a swinging bridge. There is one of these hinges on each side of the bridge as you enter it and as you walk off of it. The wires running around them are huge!
“Progress under whose feet the grass mourns and the forest turns into paper from which newspaper plants grow, has subordinated the purpose of life to the means of subsistence and turned us into the nuts and blots of our tools.”
This post is linked to Macro Monday over at Lisaschaos.