How would you interpret “swinging bridges” here?
I opened the Roadster full throttle on the parkway, letting the curves pull us, feeling their outbound gravity. The world blurred, the April trees lit up with pale green flames, scenes flashed by, falling water, swinging bridges strung across rocky ravines.
How would you interpret “swinging bridges” in the context?
I guess it doesn’t mean swing bridges, but suspension bridges which were swinging, right?
What do you think?
Thanks. And this excerpt is taken from The Lacuna by Kingsolver.