I hae become fascinated by bridges and the concept of man fording short or vast bodies of water by way of permanent structures. In this case – the East River separating (isolating?) Manhattan from Brooklyn. I can understand why there are few and each is multiple use. I imagine that even in the 1800s – getting the land alone might have been a challenge.
The Manhattan Bridge
The bridge itself has four sets of rails, double traffic lanes, bikes to the left and pedestrians to the right
as I start my journey across. Except for one Brooklyn man who was returning home from a bridge hike, I saw no other Caucasian faces. Perhaps it was the time of day or simply the proximity to Chinatown and travel across the bridge being limited to those few who had a need, burdened down with bags and packs.
Getting from one bridge to another proved to be an interesting hike involving stairs, walking along Sands, zig-zaging through a few blocks (ignoring THE Watchtower) to reach the Brooklyn Bridge access.
The Brooklyn Bridge
Unlike the Manhattan Bridge, the Brooklyn was crowded with walkers, joggers, bicyclists, tourists and the occasional construction worker.
The pedestrian path was jammed with those streaming across the bridge center while flanked by traffic zooming past on both sides. While forming a steady stream, those on wheels were by far outnumbered by the gawkers and camera toters. This group is slow moving and happily risking the 1100 morning sun beating down on the crowd. The dudes with the coolers are doing a brisk business in cold drinks and ice water as the temperature continues to rise.
There is lovely detail to the bridge
And then there is the skyline
Both clear in the light and affected by the rising heat waves.