Serenity at Brooklyn Bridge
July 1, 2009 § 16 Comments
The Brooklyn Bridge has played it’s own diligent part in New York City history since 1883. And is well known for it’s strong bias towards leisurely pedestrian walks :)
(You will find the rest at Wikipedia!)
Quite easy to spot- this magnificent beauty soars above the East River like a giant palindrome. Walk through, feel the wind rushing over it’s arches, look over the Manhattan skies, spot boats and ships wobbling in the river beneath, bike, stroll or just hang along the side rails in abandon or delight. It’s not just the tourists that flock here like pigeons from faraway lands, the locals harbor here too.
In this post, I scour pieces from the Manhattan side of the Brooklyn Bridge.
Walking across this bridge is a two part process for me, one half of the bridge at a time. Will not sound illogical if you consider that the length of the bridge is almost 6000 feet! Or consider the idea that I can be slightly eccentric at times:)
I walked under and over the bridge, half way into the East River and then dutifully trudged back!
What was I thinking?
A bridge symbolizes a meeting point for two worlds that were apart. Once the two meet, they mingle and converse. That is how our culture has sprawled from one place to another, along the rivers and other water-bodies. The beauty of a bridge is not just that it connects, but also that it represents, very graphically, two different entities meeting halfway. And so, in that spirit, I split my walk into half, just to let this idea grow in my head: feel the distance in between the two banks, experience their separation as well as their closeness.
As you might know, Brooklyn is a borough of New York City, a sister island if I may say, lying right across the East River. It became a part of New York City in 1898. Despite being an integral part of this city for over a 100 years, it has its very own, distinct flavor to it.
Now, I will travel from Manhattan to Brooklyn, one bank to another, slowly along the Brooklyn bridge. Humor me, please.
This week, let’s savor the Manhattan side of the Brooklyn Bridge, while I still have my anchor down. Next week, we set sail to our sister borough!
Approaching the Brooklyn Bridge.
The view from the pedestrian walkway:
Cables that link the towers to the length of the bridge.
And a captive admirer:
Curvilinear metal rails.
Extending along the length:
The immense arches, granite and limestone.
And a dwarfing feeling:
And was so, for the longest time:
Turning around and facing Manhattan.
An impending sunset struggled with the clouds:
And just like that, a minute later…
The sun was gone:
The diagonal cables.
Overheard that they serve no support function at all, as was originally expected of the plan. However, the cables were still retained for aesthetic purposes:
Look Ma, a boat!
And in sailed another one, from the right end of the frame:
How about an element of surprise?
Hint: It rocks in it’s underbelly.
Right on the east bank and under the Brooklyn Bridge, is a hidden, rustic and quaint skateboarding cove. I just can’t wait to introduce you to some young skateboarders here!
The young who know all about trying, falling, getting back up and trying again.
A new post coming up tomorrow, to round off this splash on the east bank. Prepare for some charming fellas to take stage!