Apart from the pure historical presence of the Brooklyn Bridge, I feel a strong connection to the Brooklyn Bridge. As an civil engineer, I have strong urges to wonder how they came about determining a structure that not only solidly carries it's own massive load but also to deliver a challenging, yet usable level of service as one of the many daily arteries for New York commuters. As a photographer, I've struggled in representing that engineering feeling I get while on this bridge in my previous photos of it. I've spent many visits taking a stroll on this bridge. I've walked almost the entire length of it and shot many images but not come close to representing the sense of power I get from this bridge. As the sun was setting, not only on the bridge but in my time in New York, I found the ideal spot at the ideal time. I took my shots and in looking at the back of the camera, It looked like I had captured it. I started to pack up to head back to the car when all of the sudden, the lamppost turned on. I realized at that moment that I would have kicked myself for missing that key element, I repositioned my tripod, waited for some tourist to past and then captured this image just before it became too dark.
Night Chases Day
When I first saw this dock, i felt something special about it. It reminded me of my youth summers spent on Lake Conway with my friends. It's Simple and inviting. The wood is so smooth that you want to walk bare-footed on it and run your fingers along the smooth texture along the rails. As the sun started to set on it, I realized that it was just in the right position to reflect the both the fading day and the oncoming night. I spent most of my afternoon waiting for this happen. It did so in such grand Florida Keys style...