We lived next to The Brooklyn Bridge on its Manhattan side until the two bullies, Eminent Domain and Urban
Renewal, forced us to move two blocks away from it. Along with many others we love the bridge and when non-New Yorkers visit we see that they mount and walk it at its height. They must learn the story of its designer and builder -also socialist, philosopher and poet- John Roebling and how the work was completed after he died by his son Washington and daughter-in-law Emily. Flo and I actually helped establish a tradition in the ‘Sixties when we would climb it New Year’s Eve just before midnight with maybe another half dozen visitors and today hundreds gather, no, thousands. One hears many languages on the bridge, young people, sober and polite, from many lands. There’s distant fireworks at 12 and the crowd descends.
The first movie on this disk has some stills, this and the following movie are all stills. Stills in 3D invite the eyes to move in depth, especially time-exposures in 3D. There’s so much to look at that silence is preferable, noisy as the actual event is. – Ken Jacobs
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