No, this is not about our president elect. Rather, the under appreciated yet awesomely named Hell Gate Bridge in NYC. This bridge is beautiful from all angles, even its underside, and creates a gorgeous frame over Astoria Park.
While rummaging through my photos, I realized it’s also one of my predomnant muses, even if it’s just a quiet presence in the backdrop.
Back story: Hell Gate Bridge is used for heavy freight and Amtrak passenger trains between Queens, Randall’s Island, and the Bronx. It gets its name from the turbulent waters that churn below it, where the cross currents frequently form massive – – and sometimes quite deadly–whirlpools. It’s a long, slender, easy to miss bridge, except for its span over the East River, where it arcs upward, a permanent sunrise.
We can see the bridge from our living room window, and it’s well known to any one who calls Astoria, Queens home. (And also to residents of Sydney, Australia, as it served as the inspiration for their Harbor Bridge.)
Here it is among some of my photos taken over the past few months, in all its versatile, functional beauty: