Tuesday, February 15, 2011
There is nothing better than conquering a fear by distracting yourself with beauty. For the first time, ever, I walked over a bridge; and not just any bridge, the Brooklyn Bridge. Mind you, I am the girl who buries her head between her legs when she crosses any bridge in a car, as the thought of being suspended more than 500 ft over water trumps all other thought. With that said, camera in hand and head up, I embraced the orange sunrise on an architectural marvel historically represents 'my hood.'