two-bridge saturday.
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This weekend, I had to make it up to Williamsburg for Kathryn’s birthday on Saturday night, and decided to make a nice, long walk out of it. There was the tiniest bit of rain as I got on the Brooklyn side of Manhattan Bridge, but by the time I got to the other side, it had stopped, though the grey skies remained. A jaunt up Chrystie Street (or is it Forsyth? I always get them mixed up), and then over to Marshall Stack for an extended, hourlong pitstop, where I dove headlong into Henning Mankell’s Faceless Killers, the first in the Kurt Wallander mystery series (it’s good stuff! And you all should check out the BBC tv series with Kenneth Branagh — it’s excellent!).
Around 8pm I made my way onto the Williamsburg Bridge, and snapped a photo of the various booze cruises making their way down the East River, drifting towards the sunset. Finally got back into Brooklyn, a five and a half mile walk under my belt and my body ready for some birthday vino. A most lovely way to spend my Saturday, even with a mostly-absent sun.
[On a technical note: These were taken on the Leica with Portra 160, the new emulsion released by Kodak that’s going to replace 160NC and 160VC. I’m not sure how I feel about it; not as sharp as Ektar, and — maybe this was just the greyness of the day, and not the film, but — awfully flat. Hmmm.]
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