Vaulting the sea, the prairies’ dreaming sod,
Unto us lowliest sometime sweep, descend
And of the curveship lend a myth to God.”— American poet Hart Crane (1889-1932), “To Brooklyn Bridge,” in The Complete Poems and Selected Letters and Prose of Hart Crane, edited by Brom Weber (1933)
I took this photo in early October of last year. As you can tell from the short-sleeved shirts of those gathered by the riverside, something like Indian summer was being experienced and enjoyed that day. It was the kind of day that make those lucky enough to be in that area to fall in love with this stretch of New York City.