#bridge

This was, apparently, based on a real walk — he wrote later about feeling something like a scream pass through nature, and said the sky here is close to how he actually remembered the color that evening.

The bridge is a real one, flung over the railway yards at a busy Paris station back when half the city was being torn up and rebuilt in iron and stone — from what I've read, that new metal city was the fashionable thing to paint at the time. He also had family money, and spent a good chunk of it buying up his friends' paintings; when he left the lot to the state there was apparently a long row about whether they'd even take it.