I stand at the mouth of the Brooklyn Bridge, the first tower looming above me. A lone American flag waves at its peak, lost in the darkness of the night sky. I unclasp my tripod legs and center myself, unsure what my camera will make of the pure blackness above. As the shutter signals the end of my photo, I stare at my screen, astounded. The fluttering of the flag in the gentle breeze surrounded by the stark outlines of dark clouds combine for an eerie site. The arches of the bridge and the lines of the suspension cables form a gateway, drawing me in to some strange world. I lose myself in the depths of my photo, finally snapped back to reality when my screen shuts off. I look up at the site I just photographed and there stands the bridge masked in darkness. I smile; there is so much more behind that dull, gray structure.