In the morning it still looked quite cloudy and rain had been spreading since the morning hours. But as usual, that didn’t deter us photo freaks. The whole day was time for the weather to catch up. The sky was already getting lighter around noon, even if it remained cloudy, which could only be good for the composition of the picture. Rain was no longer in sight, that mattered much more to us.
In the late afternoon we reached this imposing bridge structure, the Brooklyn Bridge, which we had long awaited, beamed with joy and was very impressed. It is one of the oldest suspension bridges in the USA and, with a length of 1825 m and a width of almost 26 m, spans the East River and connects the districts of Manhattan and Brooklyn. The architectural height is 84 m, the clear height: 41 m.
What a dimension that cannot be put into words or in spirit. At least that’s how it felt for me, I thought back to my professional time when I worked as a welder in bridge and heavy construction for a few years. So I was used to quite a bit, but this was beyond my imagination many times over.
It is also called the Bridge of Longing because it quickly became a symbol of the dream of a better life for Americans. For me, a long-awaited dream came true. Not only to have been to New York once, no, to finally stand on this so famous architectural bridge structure to let this unbelievable and gigantic skyline hit me.