I love the Zakim Bridge in Boston. It is sleek, angular, graceful. I enjoy its the views of shifting space as you drive to it and through it. Recently, we were heading north out of Boston at dusk while approaching the Zakim bridge. The sky shouted out its last gasp of color as the headlights came one in the steady stream of traffic. A few years ago, my husband, daughter and I rode the Duck Boat tour of Boston on my birthday. It was a blast, and we drove under the Zakim on a sort of utility road that lead to the harbor. I reveled in the new views of the Zakim Bridge above. This is my hundred fifty-fifth daily drawing. Truth is, I don't know from day to day what I'll draw until I sit down with my sketchbook in front of me. This is an interesting endeavor. Can't wait to see what's next. Thank you for looking.
I have loved the Zakim Bridge, officially, the Leonard P. Zakim Bunker Hill Memorial Bridge, since it opened. It is a gorgeous and open backdrop to the beautiful city. I find the contrast of the modern and traditional very pleasing. The Zakim Bridge is lovely as you cross it, the view through the cables shifting constantly, forming a variety of vignettes. A few years ago, my family and I took a Boston Duck Tour. The Duck Boat meandered through a number of small roads in Cambridge, eventually entering the Charles River near the base of the Zakim. I remember being thrilled that I could see new views of Boston framed by the Zakim's cables. This is a view of the Zakim while driving into Boston from the North, and is my fifty-second daily drawing.
Thank you for looking again at my take of the world around me.
