Climb the trusses to the metal heart of the beast, pulsating with sunlight and air.

The stone wall grips you, throws you down, bolts your limbs to the ground. Another example.

Metal threads cut into the sky, holding it together. Propping it in place.

Suspended flight.

It seems that what I have to say can better be said over several entries. This particular series looks at the webs that hold together the Brooklyn Bridge, and sets them free.

Composition and primary colors. A bold bridge.