A small piece of street art on the Manhattan Bridge.
Recently Matthew and I were in America. One of my favourite days of the trip was an overcast New York Saturday when Matt and I walked across the Manhattan Bridge, through part of Brooklyn, returning on the Williamsburg Bridge. Under a leaden sky we enjoyed unrelenting urban bleak and layers of historic grunge. I invite you to walk with us. (All the photos can be enlarged by clicking on them.)
The expert in concrete walked through a desert of the stuff. I think this was Delancey Street.
Street art on the entrance to Manhattan Bridge.
Constant roaring trains thundered beside us.
Other visually conscious people.
Matt strode ahead usually not noticing that I had stopped to take photos. I had to run to catch him.
This is where the “visually conscious” eye was.
Juxtaposition of glamour and grunge.
New York pigeon – looking slightly rough
Skyline with water tower
A wide view of the East River and Brooklyn Bridge.
Literally – a YO structure as seen from above.
sign of change to come
I requested that Matt pose with a couple of fellow Aussies.
Residents of Williamsburg.
I felt like I was in Eastern Europe.
Williamsburg fascinated me. It was rather stern and bleak – in a neat way.
I was entranced by the Hasidic Jews who live in Williamsburg. What marvellous clothes!
Just before returning to Manhattan over the Williamsburg Bridge – street art grey like the sky.
I was thinking about L.S. Lowry paintings as I photographed this.
Encased within the Williamsburg Bridge, we walked back towards Manhattan.
Matthew and I were completely exhausted but it was a great walk and far more interesting, in our opinion, than glitzy Upper Manhattan.