Brooklyn Bridge Sunday 27th March 2011 6pm

I walked from Manhattan
I sat on the bridge
The sky was blue, cold, windy
I lay down and photographed people photographing each other on the bridge
Lay on the wood next to the stone
I knelt at the side of the bridge and held on to the thick metal twist
I watched people’s feet and listened to the rhythm of the cars bellow the feet and the feet
Curling up into a little ball, knowing this great expansive bridge was under, around, above me
Lifting up, spreading out
Wires connecting,
Strands reaching,
Lines leading
The ark of the line swinging
I film down, forwards, up, bending back arch film, swing film, down into the level bellow film,
My first on the last day film