On the Bridge
Before last week, I hadn’t walked on or across the Williamsburg Bridge since the summer blackout of 2003. It’s still one of my fondest memories, a time when New Yorkers were at their collective peak. Helping random strangers and partying together in the streets.
In the ensuing years, though, the views of lower Manhattan have drastically changed thanks to the gold rush of development. But the structure itself has largely remained intact. In fact, the seemingly unstable pedestrian path still shakes from the combination of passing bikers, cars, and subway trains.
Reflections on the Blackout of 2003 [Bowery Boogie]