This is Sleepycity‘s new excursion since going home to NYC after all the jet-lagged squatting and climbing around the world’s urban holes and peaks with a camera: 1916′s Hell Gate Bridge. It a will last a thousand years. The trains are infrequent and “it’s quiet enough to hear them coming,” so the troop roamed freely. More photos here.
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From the Top of East River’s Hell Gate Bridge
By Marina Galperina |
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