The bridges that connect Manhattan with it’s surrounding boroughs (and New Jersey) are a site to behold.
I boated under a few of them recently and looked up in awe.
Yes, they’re big.
Yes, they’re handsome.
But they also tell the story of a nation under construction, engineering feats, man taming the elements, dreams dreamt, dreams realized, hearts broken, loved ones lost, and a few jumpers.
Let’s go for a ride…
|The Manhattan Bridge
The undercarriage that spans the East River.
This bridge was opened to traffic in 1909, but not before going through
two engineers and finally being finished by an architect who, in 1940, would be responsible
for one of the worst bridges ever built in America.
|The Brooklyn Bridge
took 15 years to complete, opening in 1883.
It spans the East River and is a mammoth- large and cumbersome.
It’s design was engineered by J.H. Roebling, who suffered a crushed foot during construction which led to an amputation which led to tetanus which led to his death.
His son, Washington Roebling, took over, but suffered from the
bends’ and was incapacitated for the remainder of his life, so…
he handed the reins over to his wife, Emily, you stepped up and finished it.
I guess you could say it was completed by a woman-
of course it was.
|Another view of the
|The Williamsburg Bridge
Is a multi-deck suspension bridge that allows for
automobile, train, and subway traffic to traverse the East River.
Also, a few pimps and Wall Street gangsters.
It opened in 1903 with 30+ people perishing during construction.
It has only had seven ‘jumpers’- the lowest number of any NYC bridge.
this photo was taken from my son’s terrace.