Cornish-Windsor Bridge (A New Photograph)

I went out yesterday for a little bit of photography. Here's a photograph of the Cornish-Windsor Bridge. [I guess Vermonters call it the Windsor-Cornish Bridge, which actually has a nicer ring to my ear, but since I'm living in New Hampshire, I'll call it "Cornish-Windsor".]

What you see is the Connecticut River, not nearly frozen over, but covered with a lot of floating ice. The long horizontal thing is the bridge: the longest wooden bridge in the U.S. and the longest two-span covered bridge in the world. There's snow on the roof. In the background, I believe that's Mt. Ascutney (VT), but I could be wrong about that. I have no idea of what mountain it would be if it's not Ascutney, though.

Cornish-Windsor Bridge, Windsor-Cornish Bridge, covered bridge, New Hampshire, Vermont, Ascutney, Connecticut River, ice, snow, winter

As always, comments are welcomed and encouraged.

Comments

  1. Ted JeromeFebruary 23, 2008 at 12:34 AM

    Yep, it's Mt Ascutney! It has a road to near the top, from which there's an easy walk to the summit for an amazing view. I shot a panorama from a similar vantage as your photo, and used it for the graphic header of a website I originally designed: http://www.rvhra.org/

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  2. Louis J. CassorlaFebruary 23, 2008 at 8:16 PM

    Ted,

    Thanks for the confirmation. The scene certainly looks very much different in the winter than it does during the warmer months! I keep meaning to ask you whether you have a web site where I can see your photography, and I keep forgetting to ask. Shame on me.

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  3. AnonymousFebruary 12, 2014 at 10:42 PM

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    Hi, I was looking for an old poem about mount Ascutney. I ran across your blog. As a youth I worked on many pieces of property on Dingleton hill and while working on many pieces of property mostly mowing with a scythe. It was an amazing job for many special people, but most had a good view of Ascutney. Later on I drove across the bridge many times when I worked at Cone Automatic. It was about 33 years before I moved south. I am now 67 years old and I mile away from the ocean in Mississippi. It is almost completely flat down here. Your picture is great and takes me back to the days and reminds me of how bad the Connecticut river can be especially how many of the big pieces of ice will end up in a field in Claremont NH. Enough rambling. dacarey199@yahoo.com

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