May 28, 2015
Trekking across the Manhattan Bridge, my cold fingers grasp the tripod as I brace the frigid east coast weather. Nearly halfway across the East River, I turn back and am met with the bright skyline of New York. Despite the late hour, hundreds of cars pass under me, vibrations shaking the whole bridge. I stand and stare, mesmerized by the allure of the mysterious cityscape sprawling over the horizon.