It was one of those tourist musts I never got out of the way before swapping my visitor's pass in for residency. So one Saturday, despite the risk of rain, B and I decided to finally make the pilgrimage. Our Brooklyn Bridge adventure started with a lovely dimsum brunch in Chinatown, after which we proceeded to get embarrassingly lost on our way to the Manhattan entrance of the bridge's pedestrian walkway. Look it up anywhere online and you'll read that the Brooklyn-to-Manhattan route is the more scenic. But if like me you're too lazy to trek out to Brooklyn just to walk the bridge back, walking half the bridge's length in the Manhattan-to-Brooklyn direction, turning around, and snapping away works just as well. In the end, it turned out to be more poetic that way.
Living in the thick of it all, with skyscrapers walling either side of any given road, it's hard to zoom out and see the bigger picture. Literally and metaphorically. From the bridge, Manhattan gleams. Wide, proud, majestic. A sea of soaring towers, racing against one another to pierce the limitless sky. Steel and glass symbols for its inhabitants. The countless unrelenting dreamers, each battling for a place at the winner's table. Collectively, a testament to perseverance and hope. Not a bad view to immortalize in film and take home. Home in the thick of it all.
Enjoy the pictures after the jump!