Driving down the FDR, we saw these workers –human figures caught in the abstract lines of the cable, at work on the Brooklyn Bridge, suspended in midair. The floating scene looked spiritual or unbelievable, which, of course, it wasn’t?
Driving down the FDR, we saw these workers –human figures caught in the abstract lines of the cable, at work on the Brooklyn Bridge, suspended in midair. The floating scene looked spiritual or unbelievable, which, of course, it wasn’t?
These photos jog my memories of this lovely book (albeit with deflate ending): http://www.nytimes.com/books/98/04/05/reviews/980405.405mccull.html
(“This Side of Brightness” by Column McCann)