Here’s a view that anyone with a camera (or a camera phone) who has ever found themselves walking the Brooklyn Heights Promenade has tried on for size ––––– at least once.
I took this photo a little over three weeks ago, the afternoon before Thanksgiving, November 25th, 2020, as I was walking around Brooklyn Heights and Dumbo, and waiting for the word on my car, which I had left with New Xcell. One thing that living in a version New York, which has been buried and sacked by this virus over the last nine months has brought is the ability to see even familiar sights in a new light.
What’s a tourist trap if there are no tourists? And what’s to make of obligatory photo locales like this one; places that once attracted thousands of selfies each day, which have evolved ––– even if only for a little while, to the forlorn and the quiet; with the city for the first time in quite some time, taking a breather, and catching its breath.