hopping and skipping through the streets of DUMBO, Brooklyn, hair flailing in the wind, camera in hand, whistling as a Von Trappian in the hills of Austria, i was as happy as a daisy in a meadow.
with the sun's rays reflecting off of the cascading sweat of my saltied brow, i needed a coolant, a refreshant. i needed an ice cream.
it was a tough choice to make, my hands left moist marks on the counter top, i felt clammy, a sense of unease, it was pure drama in my head. i was stressed out. what do i choose, would it be the cows lick of chocolate flavoured ice cream, or a vanilla scented 2 scoop?. 'argh, somebody help me.' i couldnt take the pain, so i left. and with the whir of an NYPD chopper above i made a line for the piers edge over looking the great Manhatten skyline and the turbulent Hudson.
in the Hudson bobbed NYPD boats and rubberised men, all drifting beneath the Brooklyn Bridge, waiting, anticipating in the tumult of the rivers current. i followed the gazes of gazers and there atop the bridge sat a lonley soul. a jumper.
The jumper had attracted a crowd. gathered, we watched. 'Don't jump, weell, maybe... jump'. a family arrived with a 16 inch pizza pie. the spectacle was worth breaking bread for it seemed. and as i watched people photograph the event, i held fire on the trigger of my camera. and then i figured i best show proof, so i took zoom off and shot an image. Brooklyn Bridge, that bridge is a beautiful bridge. and then bizarre arrived. a cute asian girl, unknowing of the drama unfolding, asked so delightfully for a photo, but the clincher was she wanted the bridge as background. I giggled, my question, 'do you know what's going on?' was lost in translation. so i chuckled and i shot the image, and only she could beam such a smile.
in the Hudson bobbed NYPD boats and rubberised men, all drifting beneath the Brooklyn Bridge, waiting, anticipating in the tumult of the rivers current. i followed the gazes of gazers and there atop the bridge sat a lonley soul. a jumper.
The jumper had attracted a crowd. gathered, we watched. 'Don't jump, weell, maybe... jump'. a family arrived with a 16 inch pizza pie. the spectacle was worth breaking bread for it seemed. and as i watched people photograph the event, i held fire on the trigger of my camera. and then i figured i best show proof, so i took zoom off and shot an image. Brooklyn Bridge, that bridge is a beautiful bridge. and then bizarre arrived. a cute asian girl, unknowing of the drama unfolding, asked so delightfully for a photo, but the clincher was she wanted the bridge as background. I giggled, my question, 'do you know what's going on?' was lost in translation. so i chuckled and i shot the image, and only she could beam such a smile.
The FDNY, with ladder extended and negotiator on the pulse of this guy, managed to save a life. the Jumper's stresses and short flight were alleviated.
next time i'll order a two scoop, one bouncy ball of chocolate and one a scoop of vanilla.
From the mysterious musings of a Russian Bear Hunter
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