US, New York, Queensboro Bridge
From my lodging in Long Island City, I had a view down onto the 59th Street Bridge that led my eye across the East River and towards the skyline of Manhattan. I would stand on the balcony and gaze at the skyline day and night, watching the clouds come and go and the lights twinkle in the evening. It was breathtaking. But sometimes, it was just the tiny details off my balcony that enthralled me. Like the mesh of metal and car lights as they rushed around the City that Never Sleeps.
US, New York, Queensboro Bridge
From my lodging in Long Island City, I had a view down onto the 59th Street Bridge that led my eye across the East River and towards the skyline of Manhattan. I would stand on the balcony and gaze at the skyline day and night, watching the clouds come and go and the lights twinkle in the evening. It was breathtaking. But sometimes, it was just the tiny details off my balcony that enthralled me. Like the mesh of metal and car lights as they rushed around the City that Never Sleeps.