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Tuesday, November 22, 2005


I love great big iconic bridges that you can cross on foot. I've walked across the Golden Gate (and back), so this time in New York with some extra time on my hands after wandering around in Brooklyn, I thought I'd walk back to Manhattan via the Brooklyn Bridge. It's so enticing when you see it from the Brooklyn Heights Promenade.

While the bridge itself was easy enough to locate, it was surprisingly tricky to find the pedestrian entryway. Lucky for me, someone had posted several homemade signs like this one to help along the hapless newcomer.

The walkway runs along the center of the bridge, suspended above the auto traffic. It's made of wooden planks, like a beach boardwalk. Pedestrians kept spilling into the bike lane, causing the occasional speeding cyclist to swerve and ring their bell madly. There were more tourists closer to the Manhattan end of the bridge. A Russian girl got her stiletto heel caught between the planks.

Afternoon light on the stone support. Probably there is an official bridge name for it, something more specific than "support."

The reward for crossing, one of many splendid views.

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At 11/28/2005 10:22 AM, Anonymous Claverack Weekender said...

Nice pictures, thanks for posting them. They bring back memories of my Bklyn days. I used to jog across the bridge and back in the mornings, or just walk across and catch the subway in Manhattan on a nice day. The bridge support thingys are just called towers, but there is a cool word for the foundation they rest on: caisson.

At 11/29/2005 7:54 PM, Anonymous Christina ducklow said...

How funny, I just re-read Colson Whitehead's essay on walking that bridge a few days ago.


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