A recent lovely day inspired a trip into Manhattan via the Williamsburg bridge. Walking over any of New York’s bridges is a delightful way to travel if you have the time, but Williamsburg bridge offers the unique chance to get slammed by a biker texting and zipping around what I’d like to term ‘Dead Man’s Curve’, a sharp 90° bend in the bridge’s poorly labeled bike/walking lane. Do you walk with or against bike traffic? Who knows! Half the bridge (a random half, always) is closed to pedestrian traffic, forcing everyone to figure it out on their own. On the plus side, Williamsburg is paved and lacks Brooklyn Bridge’s clear view of the 200-plus-foot drop to the water between its worn wooden slats. Off we go!
This whole ‘sexy werewolf’ craze confused me into thinking this was some romance novel hunk transformed. A closer look revealed it was just Ozzy in ‘Bark At The Moon’. Silly.
Near the water walking up towards Williamsburg lay the remains of several barbecues. This happy fellow sat in the middle of the sidewalk.
A giant Monty Python foot sculpture.
This triceratops is visible halfway up the incline to the bridge. Other notable tags to keep your eyes peeled for along the Williamsburg: You Go Girl, Cash 4 ?, Read Up!, and a clipper ship where once there was painted a Darth Vader.
The current collection at the New Museum, cherry-picked by Jeff Koons, is the epitome of the hit-or-miss, randomly chosen for youth/popularity feeling endemic of their exhibits. The 3:00 daily Jesus hopping up on the cross was fairly entertaining though. Regardless of what’s on display, the museum always boasts an amazing view on their top floor of the entire area.
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Spotted from the eastern balcony on a nearby roof, this was a cute little message.
This one, not so cute. Probably more truthful.
This image is all over now, but it was particularly odd spotting it in the window of a nearby ritzy SoHo boutique. Those with disposable income enjoy their kitsch sweet & sour, I suppose.
