
Looking south you can see the Brooklyn Bridge very clearly every day. On this particular day it was snowing in that way in which the snow seems to be coming from every direction at once - even from the ground up. I thought it was a kind of Monet-like scene.
There something magical and solid at the same time about the B Bridge. It seems amazing that it's a real bridge, with traffic and people walking on it - very lovely but also utilitarian.
From the other side of my office building, looking north, you can see the Manhattan Bridge, after which Dumbo (Down Under the Manhattan Bridge Overpass) is named.
Rumor has it that the artists who initially moved into Dumbo, when it was cheap and dangerous, gave it that name because they thought it would discourage others from moving in. Didn't work. Now it's chic and expensive, despite the fact the trains rumble overhead on the Manhattan Bridge making mega-decibel noise.
Here's the Manhattan Bridge, in the same snow

More later - gotta go to bed.
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