text_original: Standing on the bridge which connects Goat Island with the Main, and looking up towards Lake Erie, the leaping crests of the rapids form the horizon, and it seems like a battle charge of tempestuous waves, animated and infuriated, against the sky.
text_transcription: STANDING ON THE BRIDGE WHICH CONNECTS GOAT ISLAND WITH THE MAIN AND LOOKING UP TOWARDS LAKE ERIE THE LEAPING CRESTS OF THE RAPIDS FORM THE HORIZON AND IT SEEMS LIKE A BATTLE CHARGE OF TEMPESTUOUS WAVES ANIMATED AND INFURIATED AGAINST THE SKY
phonemes: stˈændɪŋ ɔnðə bɹˈɪdʒ wˌɪtʃ kənˈɛkts ɡˈoʊt ˈaɪlənd wɪððə mˈeɪn, ænd lˈʊkɪŋ ˌʌp təwˈɔːɹdz lˈeɪk ˈiəɹi, ðə lˈiːpɪŋ kɹˈɛsts ʌvðə ɹˈæpɪdz fˈɔːɹm ðə hɚɹˈaɪzən, ænd ɪt sˈiːmz lˈaɪk ɐ bˈæɾəl tʃˈɑːɹdʒ ʌv tɛmpˈɛstʃuːəs wˈeɪvz, ˈænɪmˌeɪɾᵻd ænd ɪnfjˈʊɹɹɪˌeɪɾᵻd, ɐɡˈɛnst ðə skˈaɪ.