I looked out the glass window of the coffee break room at the water and the sky. The weather outside looks damp and dreary. I wanted to use my camera so I took went outside and strolled the Financial District. along South Street from Old Slip to Wall Street.
I crossed over South Street to Pier 11 and strolled along the waterfront. I didn’t go too far — just a block or two.
Is it weird that I just ate lunch just a few hours ago, I’m not hungry, but I want a hotdog?
From DUMBO we rushed over to the Brooklyn Bridge to walk along the pedestrian path. The scene here was similar to our experience at DUMBO. It was the golden hour and people were everywhere walking and using the magic of the light to take selfies and group photos on the bridge. It was too crowded for the tripod. I was worried that someone would trip over the legs. I switched to shooting handheld. I focused on capturing the vibe on the bridge with families and friends enjoying the view.
Designated a National Historic Landmark in 1964, the Brooklyn Bridge is a hybrid cable-stayed/suspension bridge that spans the East River and connecting the boroughs of Manhattan and Brooklyn. With a length of 1,825.4 m, the bridge is one of the oldest roadway bridges in the United States and was the world’s first steel-wire suspension bridge, as well as the first fixed crossing across the East River. Designed by German immigrant John Augustus Roebling, the bridge opened May 24, 1883; over 135 years ago! The bridge has 6 lanes of roadway with pedestrians and bicycles pathways.
As the sun waned we returned to Brooklyn Bridge Park for photos of the Brooklyn and Manhattan Bridges. I scrambled down the ice rocks to the beach. I slipped a few times. I struggled a bit to find focus in low light near the beach. I was tired and so were my eyes. I did my best with the focus-peaking feature of the Fuji X-T2.
I have photographed these two bridge before so I captured a few long-exposure images and called it a night. I made my way, slowly and carefully, back to the park and venture indoors for a cup of camomile tea. It was a great day. We piled into Loren’s white van and Loren drove back through Manhattan to Penn Station and Grand Central Station to drop off the Connecticut members of our group. Then it was time for the drive back to Bridgewater.
