never mind the lovelocks

arboretum bridge with padlocks
And so August began, and a new sketchbook was opened. I bought a softcover Stillman and Birn Alpha landscape book from the UC Davis bookstore – I do like that paper a lot, and the softcover is slightly smaller than the hardcover making panoramas a little faster – more on those later. However it is a bit more difficult to hold in the way that I hold my sketchbooks, trying to keep them flat and sturdy, but it’s not impossible. The dark red cover is very nice. It was the first day of August, my sketching muscles were twitching, the weather was unbearably hot, my inbox was overflowing. On this particular lunchtime I took myself into the Arboretum and sketched one of the bridges over Putah Creek. This one has a lot of those padlocks attached to it. You know the ones, like on that bridge in Paris, the one which got so overrun with these ‘love-locks’ that they were worried the weight would drag the bridge into the Seine and they were removed. There are a few such love-locked bridges in the Arboretum. So if you are unfamiliar with the concept, what people do is they carve their initials or their names into a padlock, and then attach it to a bridge, so that they can come back some day and say, oh look it’s still there, amazingly. Or they can come back with a future girlfriend/boyfriend and say, “no, that isn’t me, that’s another person with the same name/initial.” Or, more plausibly, they can come back with a future boyfriend/girlfriend and say, “yah, this was probably me, I don’t remember, this one too, and this one, you don’t know them, they went to a different UC” to which the boyfriend/girlfriend can roll their eyes and say “yeah right, you put these here yourself”. You get the picture.

Whenever I see these ‘love-locks’, my inner Severus Snape always comes out, curling his lip, “Hoooow … Romantic. Ten points from Gryffindor.”

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3 thoughts on “never mind the lovelocks

  1. unironedman says:

    The disease is spreading. Just back from Paris, and the Pont Des Arts (the original love-locked bridge) has been given some protection from the padlock plague with perspex panels. Hasn’t entirely worked, and in any case, as Paris is the City of Love, the happy couples just moved to a different bridge downstream. I took several photos of literally thousands of locks on several bridges, and of course, local entrepreneurs now sell padlocks right beside the railings. They’ll even loan you the marker to write your initials.
    Love your sarky Potter quip, though I draw the line at one thought, which was that you would be better served pocketing the padlock and throwing your girlfriend into the river. Seemed a bit harsh. Though I hear Snape laughing somewhere…

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