If you’ve ever traveled to, or read about Brooklyn, you may have heard the term DUMBO. I had heard it several times in my travels to New York and it didn’t mean a thing to me.
Until I visited the city on the 11th anniversary of 9-11. I had traveled into the city in the hopes of seeing the monuments to the victims, but it was closed to everyone except the families and friends of the fallen. I could wait, their need was infinitely more important.
So I wandered past the still-under-construction Freedom Tower, past the conspiracy theorists hawking that it was an inside job, the television satellite trucks broadcasting the day’s events and found that I was near City Hall. And near City Hall, I could see the Brooklyn Bridge. I knew it immediately, of course, so I had to take a closer look.
As I approached, I noticed just how multi-purposed bridges are in New York. The pedestrian walkway is the uppermost level, below that on either side are the lanes for cars, and there was even more that I couldn’t see behind that. Historically, I’ve never been a huge fan of people in my pictures, but there was no avoiding the throngs this day, so I spent my time framing my shots as I was walking.
I had mentioned in an earlier post that I’m a huge fan of architectural symmetry and the Brooklyn Bridge offers it in abundance. I also enjoy seeing that symmetry from a viewpoint that others might not find interesting, hence the image of one of the spires above. A very imposing structure, indeed. And built by hand nearly a hundred years ago. Remarkable.
Note the flag at half-staff in honor of the victims of 9-11. It was very sobering to think on what happened that day eleven years earlier as I walked in the same place where such horror occurred. You couldn’t help from reliving where you were when the planes struck the towers. I was still in the Navy then. A Command Senior Chief of a Guided-Missile Destroyer. It was a difficult time for everyone.
I did find it heartening to see how quickly the city was recovering, while still respecting and honoring the victims.
Once I had finished the half-mile walk across the bridge, I found myself in a beautiful park area, with a carousel, ice cream and food vendors. I had accidentally found myself in the DUMBO neighborhood of Brooklyn. I found out the name is actually an abbreviation; Down Under the Manhattan Bridge Overpass. The Manhattan Bridge is about a half mile east of the Brooklyn Bridge and is much more utilitarian, carrying vehicular, rail, and foot traffic toward midtown Manhattan.
Walking through DUMBO afforded me several unconventional views of the Brooklyn Bridge, and the wonderfully clear skies that day led to some very dramatic lighting that really accented the architecture and gave those deep, dark, dramatic skies.
So, after purchasing a delicious scoop of ice cream at the Brooklyn Ice Cream Factory (So good!) and taking a panorama of the Manhattan skyline that covered the Statue of Liberty, the Financial District, the Brooklyn Bridge, and DUMBO, I headed back toward Manhattan and my train ride back to New Jersey.
It was a good day.
These images were taken with a Nikon Coolpix P7100, a point and shoot camera. I used this camera quite a bit while deciding what my next big thing was going to be. The images were brought into Photoshop and processed into monochrome, as I feel black and white brings out the details of architecture without the distraction of color.
Cheers! October 19, 2017.