I don't know that movie, Nancy, but you've made me curious. I have to do a little research on that little semi-abandoned building in the last photo. It's on the Marin side.
did they end up installing barriers on the bridge after the documentary came out? (paul-it is a doc about a man who taped suicides there over some significant length of time. i haven't seen it yet but i know it raised much discussion over putting barriers on bridges to prevent such attempts.)
No, barriers, Jayme, as far as I could see. That's one of the crucial differences between California and the East Coast. Here they have barriers and railings around everything, whereas in CA, you can go just about anywhere--cliffs, promotories. Whatever. At your own risk, of course. Something crucial about cultural differences to be extrapolated from that, I'm sure.
While I was waiting at the CalTrain station in Palo Alto yesterday morning, I saw a sign in the middle of the tracks for a suicide hotline. Now *that's* something we never see here. The weird thing about seeing such a sign is that it ends up stirring up those thoughts, even if you're not typically prone to them.
California--at least Northern California-- is already becoming a little clearer to me now that I have some physical distance from it. I couldn't interpret it for the life of me while I was there, which was why it was hard to keep a blog for those months.
(Now I realize that The Bridge is that movie my friend Michael told me about last weekend.)
The Bridge board recently voted to add a suicide barrier of some sort; now they just have to find funding.
My elderly mother wanted to walk across the bridge. It's a beautiful walk. We met on the Marin side and she complained during the entire walk across about the noise & the wind. It was not the first time we'd walked across the bridge. So on one of our last big outings together we argued half the time. Whee!
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great pics.
did you see the movie The Bridge? the last photo made me think of that film, one that left me feeling just plain weird.
I don't know that movie, Nancy, but you've made me curious. I have to do a little research on that little semi-abandoned building in the last photo. It's on the Marin side.
did they end up installing barriers on the bridge after the documentary came out? (paul-it is a doc about a man who taped suicides there over some significant length of time. i haven't seen it yet but i know it raised much discussion over putting barriers on bridges to prevent such attempts.)
No, barriers, Jayme, as far as I could see. That's one of the crucial differences between California and the East Coast. Here they have barriers and railings around everything, whereas in CA, you can go just about anywhere--cliffs, promotories. Whatever. At your own risk, of course. Something crucial about cultural differences to be extrapolated from that, I'm sure.
While I was waiting at the CalTrain station in Palo Alto yesterday morning, I saw a sign in the middle of the tracks for a suicide hotline. Now *that's* something we never see here. The weird thing about seeing such a sign is that it ends up stirring up those thoughts, even if you're not typically prone to them.
California--at least Northern California-- is already becoming a little clearer to me now that I have some physical distance from it. I couldn't interpret it for the life of me while I was there, which was why it was hard to keep a blog for those months.
(Now I realize that The Bridge is that movie my friend Michael told me about last weekend.)
The Bridge board recently voted to add a suicide barrier of some sort; now they just have to find funding.
My elderly mother wanted to walk across the bridge. It's a beautiful walk. We met on the Marin side and she complained during the entire walk across about the noise & the wind. It was not the first time we'd walked across the bridge. So on one of our last big outings together we argued half the time. Whee!
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