Few experiences are as ethereal as strolling across Brooklyn Bridge on a foggy day. I did it once, many years ago, when I was younger and more poetic. While the view is opaque, the atmosphere is surreal; a sense of being suspended in time and space. That is until you reach the other side, in Brooklyn or Manhattan, and reality kicks in once again; unless you go on dreaming, if you dare, and imagine that reality isn’t there.
Photo Source: Adam Scott