The peeling bridge still looms and recedes in high winds like a large, tipsy dowager exasperatingly intent on conversation.

When a bridge loomed ahead, they ceased paddling and drifted towards it.

He pulled his eyes away, to the docks coming nearer, but the bridge still loomed in the corner of his vision.

The famous bridge loomed like a giant spiderweb with its maze of support cables.

Yet another bridge loomed ahead of him and he crossed it.

The great bridge loomed ahead.

Ahead of us a bridge loomed, and I braked and pulled over.

The narrow wooden bridge loomed like a frail spidery gap over deep nothingness.

The bridge loomed to their right, the possible escape of sidewalks and buildings blocked by a tall metal fence.

Then the bridge loomed before him, exactly where he expected it.