As a means of coping with the almost-constant wanderlust I’m consumed with, I decided to immerse myself in some of the wonderful things living in NY has to offer. I was born in Brooklyn, raised in Brooklyn, and still live in Brooklyn. Yet, somehow, I had never walked across the Brooklyn Bridge until last Sunday.
I’d walked across the other two Manhattan/Brooklyn bridges before, out of necessity, though. (The Williamsburg Bridge on 9/11, and the Manhattan Bridge during the blackout of August 2003.)
Don’t get me wrong. I’d always meant to. I mean, it’s my favorite bridge in the world (so far). And it’s in my city. But it’s just like all the other things you don’t do in your own city that are kind of touristy. You just don’t get around to it. And I have a mental list of things to do with friends visiting from overseas, and it was always on the list, but the friends visiting never materialized. And so the bridge went unwalked.
The entire day was a NYC love affair, actually. It started off at Lincoln Center, where my friend Rose and I waited in line for and procured tickets to the live streaming event of the Metropolitan Opera’s opening night performance of Eugene Onegin.
We couldn’t have chosen a better day weather-wise to do it. The sky was a beautiful cerulean blue, with enough clouds to make it interesting, and the sun was shining. Stopping every few feet to take photos, I knew I was going to have a lot of fun playing around with some HDR shots and Snapseed. But even the straight-from-the-camera shots look like they were amped up, the day was so beautiful.
A glimpse of the ships at South Street Seaport.
Unfortunately, this also meant that a million other people were there, having had the same grand idea, so getting photos was a bit frustrating. But I think the trick is to just incorporate random strangers into your photos, and you wind up with stolen moments that tell whatever story you want.
Also, I know that upkeep of old bridges is very, very important, but white tarp over most of the walkway really ruins photos. Sigh. Well, this means I’ll just have to make sure to do it at least once more when the construction/upkeep is complete, n’est-ce pas?
I’m only an amateur photographer, but I’m a big enthusiast, and I’m obsessed with anything geometric. Lines, angles. So the criss-crossing of the support wires were mesmerizing to me. Also, woah, beautiful arches.
The famous Watchtower sign, which may soon be gone…?
Easier to get photos of the bridge than us ON the bridge.
Despite the fact that it must have taken us a couple of hours at least to make our way across with all the distractions, we decided to head down into Dumbo and walk around. I very rarely walk through this part of Brooklyn, but I should. It feels hidden and magical, even when it’s swarmed with people enjoying the weather.
Big bridge, little person
J’adore old cobblestone streets.
Speak of the devil. (The Manhattan Bridge, that is.)
It’s kind of fitting that that couple was taking their engagement photos there, because I want to marry this picture.
As if the bridge isn’t magical enough, they have a carousel in the park!
Moving along, I found Waldo. He’s a watertower in Brooklyn.
Sad to be walking away, subway- and home-bound.
But Brooklyn Heights had a few more gems up its sleeve. 🙂
Finally back in my ‘hood. “Real” Brooklyn. It can still clean up okay. 🙂
The next day continued the New York City magic, with the live stream of the opera we got tickets to. There were many, many, many people wearing very, very, very pretty gowns. Apparently there were many celebrities INSIDE the building watching the same thing as us. I didn’t notice any of them going in, though. Still, it was super fun to people watch and wonder what it takes to become a society person and get an invitation to the opening night at the Opera and get to wear a gorgeous gown, too!
At least our seats were awesome. And did I mention it was free?
And that was my LAST weekend. A perfect NYC weekend. What did you all get up to this weekend?
(Please note: All photos are mine. Please do not use without permission.)